“Fuck this up, and I’ll find you somehow.” “Rude.” I step away and take Rhea’s hand. “If I fuck this up, I’m the one who’ll have to come find you.” His eyes narrow, and I smile. Forced. Because I’m more scared than I’ve ever been in my life. But I don’t want him to see that. “You always find me,” he says. My heart cracks and sings at the same time. “Always.”
