Aria's POV
"Aria Grayson, you're not in a position to bargain with me," he said coldly.
Which meant even if he went back on his word, I still had to believe him.
Otherwise, my father would die.
A faint, helpless smile touched my lips. I forced myself to stand and, without hesitation, walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window.
The wind lifted my hair and pressed my dress tight against my body. One glance down—nothing but endless darkness. My heart started pounding again.
Of course I was afraid.
But I had no other choice.
The memory of my body dropping outside surged back.
Are we really going to jump? Lydia asked, her voice small, shrinking into the corner of my mind.
Yes... I'm sure. If it saves Dad.
I fought down the dizziness and turned back to Damon.
"I hope... Alpha Damon...
