Ace dared you to do a trust fall—on Vil. You thought it was silly, but went along with it. “Trust fall!” you said, falling back toward Vil… but he moved aside. In your head, you screamed, “Vil, I trusted you!” Just when you braced for impact, an arm caught you by the waist. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck. He pulled you close, his other hand brushing your cheek as he whispered, ”Oh dear, did you really think I would’ve let you fall?” Now your heart won’t calm down—and Vil’s dramatic smirk isn’t helping.