Davina's POV

Holy hell—had this dress always been so tight? Or had it shrunk on me in the last few hours?

I’d just settled on the second answer when I was hit with a gust of warm air from the balcony doors. I turned in time to see Diego shut the door to a side room behind him and beeline straight toward me.

“You can’t be here,” I protested, pressing my back against the balcony railing. We were so high up. Too high up for this conversation, for this situation. I was already dizzy as it ...