“What is it you fear, Bella? Falling doesn’t seem to be it.”
I grasp the rooftop tiles beneath me, the roughness of it somehow reassuring as I look down at the garden. The house did not seem as tall when I first saw it.
“I don’t like falling.”
Ronan laughs before standing up and balancing himself in front of me. I notice his stance. Steady, almost scarily certain, even with the tilted floor he is standing on.
“Nobody likes falling, Bella. It hurts.” He takes a step back and meets my panicked eyes with a smile. “But you don’t fear it like most people seem to.”
He extends his hand towards me. I take it without hesitation.
“So, tell me,” he pulls on my hand, a jolt goes through my stomach, “what is it you fear?”
I take in a breath. My legs were shaking, going against gravity wasn’t a
