Chapter 18

Peter had to stop now and then just to compose himself. Only now did he realize how many times Frost had cried out for help in moments of life and death, but he had not replied to her each time. He knew what that kind of despair felt like, and he couldn't begin to imagine what Frost must have been through. He'd always assumed she was a pampered heiress, untouched by danger. He read the messages for an entire day. … By the end of it, Peter's eyes were burning, and his heart felt hollow. When he finally reached her last message, he typed two words and sent them. A red notification popped up, telling him that his belated apology had been rejected. He'd been blocked, but he didn't know when that had happened. Peter collapsed onto his bed and didn't sleep a single minute that night. … The next morning, he showered carefully and dressed up well before going out to buy Frost a gift. In the luxury store full of bags, heels, and jewelry, he hadn't been able to answer when the salesw