Penelope’s POV (Psycho)

“No rails? Is– is that even legal?”

He shrugs.

My mouth parts again to ask another question, but–

“As I said, I don’t feel like that as often as I used to.” He mutters, averting his gaze elsewhere.

I shut my mouth.

Billionaires probably get whatever they want, however they want.

Even if it means ending your life??

“I’ve lived there for roughly three years, and I’m still here. What does that tell you?”

He meets my eyes. I drop mine to write in ...