I’m frozen. Paralyzed. Trapped inside a nightmare.
Francesca made it clear that, without me, there’s no deal.
You’re the wildcard, Felicity.
Which means, it all comes down to me. My decision. There is no vote. This is not a democracy.
I am the dictator. I am the monarch.
Off with their heads.
There’s no way I can pretend to be impartial here. I am holding three futures in my grasp, fragile as glass, and if I decide to drop them…
They’ll shatter.
It would be hard enough to choose, even if Ryder wasn’t part of the equation. But he is. And I can’t ignore the fact that my decision will have lasting effects that ripple out across not just our lives, but also our relationship.
There is no win-win scenario I can see here. No gray area. Either path I pick, one of us loses.
If I walk away, I keep my life of safe anonymity… but I could lose him in the process.
If I agree, I could make his wildest dreams come true… and lose myself completely.
I am balanced on the edge of a razor-blade — sway too much in either direction, I’ll wind up sliced in two.
Him or me.
His dreams or mine.
…but definitely not both.