Jocelyn was silent as they drove home. Luke seemed tense, his shoulders hunched. He opened his mouth more than once, but then he just shook his head.
Jocelyn was torn between feeling hurt and being angry that Luke hadn’t lied. Wasn’t the entire point of this thing to lie? Why would he blow their chances like this?
And why did it hurt so much that he hadn’t been able to say the words in the first place?
Wouldn’t you rather he be honest? her mind whispered.
She was afraid to admit that she didn’t know the answer to that question.
“You’re quiet,” said Luke.
“Because I don’t know what to say to you.”
“I know I messed up back there—”
“Do you actually want this inheritance of yours? Because giving an answer like that to Opal seems like the best way to torpedo this entire thing.”
Luke’s
