"Ayla!"
Her body stiffened.
That voice.
Her heart thudded painfully in her chest. She turned her head just enough to glance over her shoulder. It was him. The man from last night. The one she had left sleeping in his penthouse.
He stood a few feet away, chest heaving like he had run all the way there. His dark hair was messy, sticking to his forehead, and his shirt clung to him with sweat. But Ayla barely noticed any of that.
It was his eyes that caught her.
Wide... Afraid... Almost desperate.
Like he cared if she jumped.
"What are you doing?" Kael’s voice cracked as he stepped closer, his hands lifted as if he thought she might fall if he moved too fast. "Come down from there. Please."
Ayla’s throat burned, her grip tightening on the railing. The cold metal bit into her skin, gro
