Ren looked up at the dizzying height of the tree, then looked back at Vex as if he had suddenly sprouted two heads.
"Please tell me you're joking," she pleaded, her voice flat with disbelief.
She wasn't necessarily afraid of heights—she'd flown on airplanes, ridden rollercoasters, and dated men with egos higher than this tree—but this was ridiculous. It was really, really high. One slippery foothold, one cramp in her leg, or one sudden gust of wind, and she would plummet to her death.
Ren looked at her trembling hands.
'Why do I do this to myself?' she wondered miserably. 'Why have I been risking my life so often lately? Is it my decision-making skills? Are they dead? Did I leave my common sense in my world?'
She sighed, realizing she had no choice. Kael was up there.
She looked at the indentations in the bark. Then she looked at Vex. A sudden, mortifying realization hit her.
'Wait. I am wearing a coat. And nothing else.'
