MINUTES PASSED. AS my body shook with cold upon the exposed window ledge, beneath a partial moon, my mind could only deal with my near future and how much Nathan would tear me to shreds when he discovered what I’d done.
When the shivers of my body threatened to topple me to the outside slab below, I pulled the window closed and left the bathroom.
Ethan blocked the stairs, his huge bulk silhouetted against what little light arrived through the hall windows. Maybe he’d come to check I hadn’t leapt from the window and raced off vigilante-style.
The thought had crossed my mind. Common sense told me I should wait to speak to Jess before making plans, though.
I trotted along the landing, peering down at him from the top step.
“Jem?” he whispered. “Are you okay?”
What did he want me to say?
