Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the clip and place it over her nose so she can’t breathe through it. Her eyes widen. “However long you decide to wait is up to you,” I tell her. She shakes her head, her chest heaving, needing air. I actually start to get nervous when her eyes grow heavy, thinking she’d rather kill herself than open her damn mouth. But finally, her lips part, and she sucks in a deep breath.
