Jason grinned at her through the screen, completely unbothered, like he had not just given her a minor heart attack. "There. Happy?"
"Ecstatic. Overjoyed. I am considering throwing a parade."
He walked further back, away from the cliff, toward a path that led to a small wooden bench. He sat down, and the view behind him changed to mountains, green and rolling, with a sky so blue it almost hurt to look at. Much better. Much less deadly.
Jason's voice was softer. "Better?"
"Much. I can breathe again. Thank you for that small mercy."
He tilted his phone, showing her the mountains. "You know, the cliffs over here are famous. People come from all over the world to see them."
Bella's voice was still shaking, but she was recovering. "I do not care if they are famous. I care if you are alive. Famous cliffs do not send flowers to your funeral."
Jason's expression softened. "I am alive, Bella. See? Two arms, two legs, one very handsome face. All intact."
