The rooftop wind whipped through Lena’s hair sharp enough to feel like nature itself was rooting for her demise.

She bit her lip, wondering, ‘Did anyone even notice I’m missing? Or nah?”

But she shoved the thought aside if she wanted out of this alive, it was on her.

With a shaky breath, she squared up. “So, if you’re set on making me your revenge trophy for your wife and kid, fine, I can’t stop you. But could I at least get a word in? Like, when my parents start hunting you down, could you maybe deliver a message for me?” It was obvious the guy had loved his family hard, you don’t pull this level of crazy for casual feelings.

“Save it,” Mr. Baxter snapped. Yikes.

Lena didn’t waste time arguing. Instead, she dove right in. “My mom’s not in great health. She had complications after I was born, and if something happens to me… just don’t tell her, okay? She wouldn’t handle it well.

“And