The penthouse of the Sterling Building was silent, but it no longer felt like a tomb.
The heavy, oppressive security protocols had been deactivated. Sunset poured through the glass like liquid gold, wrapping the room in a quiet kind of power. For the first time since I had stepped into this building as a "Debtor," the air didn't feel thin. It felt heavy with a different kind of electricity.
Reid was standing by the glass, staring out at the city he had nearly burned down for me. He had discarded his jacket and his tie hours ago. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the cuffs, the sleeves pushed back to reveal the corded muscles of his forearms.
I watched him from the doorway, my heart doing that strange, fluttering dance it only did for him. A year of fighting, a lifetime of secrets, and yet, looking at him now, he just looked... mine.
"You're thinking again," I said softly, stepping into the room.
