“You’re not going to jump,” Sera said, not a question.
For a long moment, the only sound was the city exhaling beneath them. Then Rebel turned, rain slicking their hair to their forehead, and held out a hand—not to save anyone, but to ask: Are you coming? rebel, sera and natalie
“You never say anything,” Natalie cut in, voice low. “That’s the problem.” “You’re not going to jump,” Sera said, not a question