The pocket dimension swallowed them whole.
One second Naomi was sitting on Jace's bed, her hand warm in his, and then the room just— wasn't there anymore. The walls dissolved. The ceiling lifted. The whole world rearranged itself into something that had no business existing, and Naomi stood in the middle of it with her heart doing something embarrassing against her ribs.
The sanctum looked different tonight.
Last time it had been a luxury apartment with a false cityscape. Tonight Jace had made it warmer. Softer lighting. A king bed with actual linen sheets the color of cream. Floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over a coastline that didn't exist anywhere on Earth, the water dark and silver under a moon that was too big and too close. A single lamp on the nightstand. That was it. Nothing performative about the setup. Just space and quiet and a bed that looked like an invitation.
Naomi's stomach dropped in the best possible way.
