The penthouse overlooked a city that had finally settled after the rain. Water still clung to the edges of neighboring rooftops, catching the glow of traffic below before slipping into the darkness. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Artemis Tower reflected a skyline washed clean by the storm, while the living room behind the glass carried the quiet stillness of the night.
Neither of them had spoken for the past few minutes.
Cael Alexander stood near the center of the living room, exactly where Galathea Brooks had barred his movements.
His shirt was gone. His sleeves no longer concealed the dark ink winding across his arms. Only his trousers hung on his lower body but did nothing to hide his arousal.
Still, he knew better than to move.
Galathea circled him at an unhurried pace.
The polished marble floor was cold against her bare feet. Every slow step carried quiet purpose instead of anger. She wasn't pacing because she had nowhere else to go. She was studying him.
