Lara-Jean POV
What if Peter becomes like them?
I know it's irrational. I know he's different. I've seen him be different—gentle, patient, asking instead of assuming.
But fear isn't rational.
That night, after we'd reviewed Alessandra's information, after we'd made preliminary plans, I couldn't sleep. Peter found me on the roof, staring at the city.
"Lara-Jean?" His voice was soft, worried. "What's wrong?"
I didn't turn. "I'm scared."
"Of Victor?"
"Of you."
Silence. Then, carefully: "Can you tell me why?"
I turned to face him. He looked hurt, confused, trying to understand.
"Alessandra told me about your father. About how he was good, complicated, flawed. About how Victor killed him for trying to do the right thing." I took a breath. "But she also told me about the Kavinsky lega
