Penelope reached the final landing slightly out of breath.
She wrapped one hand around the polished steel railing as she rounded the corner before pushing open the fire door leading onto the twenty-fifth floor.
The familiar hallway greeted her.
Sunlight no longer poured through the expansive windows overlooking the city. Every blind had been drawn tightly shut, leaving the corridor illuminated only by the elegant ceiling lights recessed overhead.
The peaceful silence she had grown accustomed to over the past two days felt strangely out of place after everything she had heard below.
She had barely taken three steps into the hallway when the neighboring penthouse door opened.
Killian stepped outside.
He had already fastened the utility belt around his waist, and the combat knife resting against his thigh caught the light as he closed the door behind him.
His expression remained as composed as ever.
Only his eyes betrayed that he'd heard it too.
