ere are the rules.” Liv smiled, leaning into J.D. “First one to jump makes them. Last one down pays the price.”

Before anyone could process that statement, Liv was running, full blast, for the cliff’s edge. Charlotte watched her in the air. There was something beautiful about this version of Liv. Something wild.

Something that made Charlotte think Liv might have considered jumping, even if there hadn’t been water down below.

In the time it took that thought to register, J.D. and Julia had followed Liv’s lead. Thomas Mason went after Julia, and that left just three of them on the ledge.

Sterling and Charlotte—and between them, Trina.

“This is a stupid game,” Trina said.

“Do I need to throw you over?” Sterling asked her.

Last one down pays the price. Charlotte was wary enough of Liv’s ever-changing moods to fear she’d make good on that threat, but the alternative was leaving Sterling up here alone with the girl he’d picked up.

He knew I’d be here. He knew I’d be here, and he brought her anyway.

That thought buzzing through her brain—and her bones and her blood—Charlotte grabbed the whiskey bottle off the ground and took a swig. Then she walked to the edge.

Instead of jumping, she dove.