Lara-Jean POV
“Tell me we’re not actually doing this.”
Peter closed the penthouse door behind us and leaned back against it, watching me like he was trying to read my mind.
“We’re actually doing this,” he said.
I stared at him.
“We’re really about to take down a billionaire criminal who’s probably murdered at least two people we love.”
His mouth twitched.
“When you say it like that,” he said, “it sounds slightly unreasonable.”
“Slightly?”
“Fine. Completely insane.”
I crossed the living room slowly, my heels quiet against the marble floor.
“Good,” I said. “Just making sure we’re on the same page.”
He pushed away from the door and came toward me.
The city lights poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, outlining his shoulders in silver.
“You’re having second thou
