The timer kept ticking.
23:58:41
Bella stared at her phone like it might crack open and explain itself if she looked long enough. It didn’t. Just kept eating away the seconds in red, cold numbers.
The rooftop wind hit harder, yanking strands of hair across her face and making her eyes water. Leo stood a few steps away, hands in his pockets, eyes fixed on the city below instead of the countdown. That alone irritated her. Like he could afford to look at the skyline while a clock was trying to kill them.
“How are you this calm?” Bella asked.
Leo didn’t look at her. “I’m not calm.”
That surprised her. Because he looked like it. The kind of calm that could walk through a fire and not get a single burn. But now she noticed the details shoulders pulled tight, breath too even, jaw working l
