Artemis Tower had settled into a rhythm that still felt unfamiliar to those who remembered what the building had once endured.
The restoration division occupied two additional floors now. New projects filled the scheduling boards, operations meetings ran without supernatural interruptions, and employees complained about deadlines instead of impending extinction.
Jadelyn seemed completely at home among it all.
She moved between departments with a tablet tucked beneath one arm, answering questions, approving restoration requests, and occasionally stopping to help someone untangle a particularly stubborn report.
Alistair watched her from behind a mountain of paperwork.
He had been staring at the same paragraph for nearly five minutes.
Focus.
He forced his attention downward.
Three seconds later, Jadelyn laughed somewhere across the office.
His eyes lifted automatically.
There she was.
He remembered the kiss.
His jaw tightened.
Focus.
