Lana had barely stepped out of the house, her bare feet brushing against the cold pavement as she rushed after her father, when Liam suddenly jumped off his balcony.
It happened so fast that his brain barely had time to process it.
One moment, he was standing there, watching her, and the next—he was in the air, plummeting down from the second floor.
The impact was harder than he expected, his feet hitting the ground with a solid thud, and for a split second, he felt a sharp jolt run up his legs.
What the fuck?
His eyes widened as he stood there, frozen, realizing exactly what he had just done.
He didn't even think before doing that.
What if he had broken a leg?
Hell, what if he had snapped his ankle or landed the wrong way and ended up embarrassing himself for life?
For a moment, he just stood there, shaking his head at his own stupidity, before finally regaining his senses.
Focus.
