“What in the world are you trying to prove?” Hannah hissed as she watched Damien lean too far over the roof of one of the two-story buildings downtown. “You won’t get your revenge if you fall to your death, dipshit.”
He glanced at her over his shoulder, his grin back in place. “I’m not the dipshit. That was my now-dead brother. I’m more the endearing risk-taker.” He turned back, staring out at the street and people below. “Besides, I can see things better from up here.”