Panic grips me. I’m both hot and cold, frozen in place but shaking violently. My voice shakes, too, when I say, “He won’t believe it. He’s too smart for me to pull it off convincingly.” “I have the utmost confidence in your ability to be convincing. After all, Declan’s life is at stake.” He smiles. “And it does seem as though you’re quite taken with him, considering you’d rather starve to death alone in a shipping container than admit you’d ever met. I so admire that kind of loyalty. I know you’ll do well for us.”
