The executive office at the top of Artemis Tower glowed beneath the warm light of the city evening. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked thousands of scattered lights stretching toward the horizon while reflections shimmered across polished stone floors and dark wood furnishings. The skyline beyond the glass looked distant and quiet compared to the emotional storm that had occupied the room only minutes earlier.
That day, when Cael Alexander has made sure Galathea Brooks' friend was safe from Vale Organization, the executive office's door closed behind Alistair and Jadelyn.
Then came the unmistakable click of a lock.
Silence settled.
Galathea looked toward the door.
Cael looked toward the door.
Neither of them missed what had happened.
A smile slowly appeared on Galathea's face.
Cael's brow rose. "Did Alistair just lock us in?"
Galathea laughed. "I think he did."
Cael glanced toward the door again. "I'm not sure if I should be offended or impressed."
