Eleanor staggered, certain Julian meant to shove her over the edge, cold sweat breaking across her skin.
But he caught her before she lost her footing, pulling her tight against him.
She stared up at him, stunned, heart hammering.
His embrace carried that same familiar cologne.
Still him. Still that scent.
But different, too he'd switched brands. This one read colder, like glacial melt, crisp and sharp, something dangerous threaded underneath.
Eleanor knew, even as her pulse raced, this wasn't about being held.
It was pure fear. Residual terror from the edge they'd both just stood on.
He still had her wrapped against him, feet planted right at the rooftop's lip. One wrong shift, one slip, and they'd both go down together.
Eighty floors. No surviving that.
She didn't dare move, le
