Fuck. “Shhhhhhit! I’m sorry, okay. Carrie, it’s okay. It’s me. Shhh. It’s Dash,” “I know who…you…are!” she growls. “Get…out of my…fucking…room!” I tighten my grip, pressing my forehead against her temple. “For the love of God, quit fighting me and shut the hell up. Hugh’s out there. If he finds me, I’m officially fucked.” She stills. Thank the stars, she fucking stills.
