I should sink to my knees and beg him not to tell Alberto, and if it was Tor, or even Dante, that’s exactly what I’d do. But for some inexplicable reason, this man makes me want to be stubborn. I have the urge to go toe to toe with him, to prove I won’t be the one that backs away from the edge of the cliff before he does, no matter how many rocks crumble under my sneakers, or how strong the wind blows.
