Ethan's eyes were crimson, both hands clamped on my shoulders, knuckles white, nails digging in hard enough to reach bone.
Tears pooled in his eyes, whether from rage or terror, it was impossible to tell.
"Harper, I'm asking you one last time... Where are Lily and Rosie?!"
I met his near-deranged stare and let a slow, ice-cold smile spread across my lips.
"Guess. Guess whether I've done anything to them."
Those words were a lit fuse. The last thread of his sanity snapped.
He wrenched me violently toward the window.
Half my body was already hanging over the ledge. The wind cut across my face like a blade.
Faint sirens drifted up from below. Someone had called the police.
One slip of his grip and I'd fall twenty stories. Nothing left but a smear on the pavement.
But there wasn't a
