~Jennie’s~

“I swear if you ever do something that reckless again—!”

Reo slams the car door shut behind me, and the echo bounces off the concrete walls of the penthouse garage. His voice trembles, not with anger this time, but with something heavier. Like fear.

I turn to face him. My legs still shake. My palms sting where I’d held the balcony railing too hard. “Don’t yell at me like I’m the problem.”

“I’m not yelling,” he snaps, then catches himself and exhales hard, dragging a hand through his hair. “Okay…maybe I am. But you didn’t tell anyone, O’Neal. You went to her alone.”

“And what were you doing there?”...