Daisy
His voice came from below almost immediately after I screamed his name.
“Daisy?!”
“Up here!” My voice cracked slightly. “The balcony railing, I cannot get down, please—”
I heard movement, fast and purposeful, and then he was there, coming through the balcony doors, crossing to me in long strides with his jacket already off and his expression somewhere between alarmed and furious.
“What are you—” he stopped when he saw exactly how I was positioned, and something in his face shifted. “Okay. Okay, give me your hand.”
“I can’t let go of the railing—”
“Daisy. Give me your hand.”
I loosened one hand and reached back toward him. His fingers closed around my wrist immediately, firm and certain, and then his other arm came around my waist, and he lifted me clean off the railing and ba
