LOGINElowen's POVI took a cab back uptown, my coat pulled tight around me, watching the wet storefronts blur past the window without really seeing any of them. The driver had the radio on low, some talk show arguing about the weather, and I found myself grateful for the noise, for anything that wasn't the sound of my own thoughts circling the same two whiskey glasses over and over.I didn't tell Marcus where I'd been. I didn't tell Killian either. I walked past the front desk with my eyes fixed straight ahead, past two assistants who glanced up and then quickly back down at their screens, went into my office, and shut the door before anyone could ask.I stood there a second with my back against the wood, letting my coat drip quietly onto the floor, before I made myself move.I called Garrett before I'd even sat down."Where's Arthur?" I said, keeping my voice low.
Elowen's POVThe call came before I'd even opened my laptop.Weak morning light fell in long gray strips across my desk. My hands were still cold from the ride in, and the quiet of the penthouse that morning had followed me all the way downtown, sitting on my chest like something I hadn't managed to put down yet.I picked up my personal phone on the second ring."He's moving," Garrett said, low, the clatter of glass and silverware behind him somewhere. "Left the hotel on Forty-Fourth about twenty minutes ago. Cab straight down to the Meatpacking District.""Is he alone?" I asked, sitting up straight."Was when he walked in," Garrett said. "He's at a place called The Archway. Downstairs, back booth. Two men just sat down across from him a few minutes ago."My fingers tightened around the phone. "Who."
Elowen's POVThe numbers scrolled across my monitor in their usual green streams, but for the first time since I'd taken this office, they didn't mean anything to me at all.I sat behind my desk for four hours that morning, signing off on shipping approvals and reading reports that were already gone from my head five minutes after I'd finished them. My hands did the work out of habit. The rest of me was still in that quiet room from the night before, listening to my brother's voice cut straight through everything I thought I'd figured out about myself.*You're convincing yourself you're in charge because you can't stand the idea that you gave up eight months of your life for nothing.*By two o'clock, I couldn't sit there anymore. I closed my laptop, left without waiting for the afternoon calls, and took the elevator down to the garage, where Marcus already had the car door open befor
Elowen's POV"You cracked a guest login in under four minutes," Killian said, walking further into the room like he'd simply been waiting for the right moment to speak. "Dr. Petrovich told me your reflexes might still be slow for a few days. He clearly underestimated you."Leo didn't pull his hand from mine. He sat straighter against the pillows, his jaw tight, meeting Killian's eyes without a trace of hesitation."You left the network wide open," Leo said, his voice still rough, but sharp enough to cut through the room. "Either your people are careless, or you wanted me to find those records myself."Something flickered at the corner of Killian's mouth, there and gone."I don't hire careless people," he said. "And I don't believe in handing soft summaries to a man who builds systems for a living. If you were going to wake up under my roof, I'd rather you read th
Elowen's POVI walked back into the east wing at ten, carrying two cardboard cups of coffee from the kitchen down the hall.The door was wider open than I'd left it, the quiet hum of the room broken by a new, sharp sound, the fast, steady click of keys being struck in sequence.I stopped at the threshold.Leo was sitting upright, pillows stacked high behind his back. The medical trolley had been cleared of trays, and resting on his lap was a slate gray laptop, one of the plain unmarked ones Killian kept in his study drawers. A cord ran from the side of it straight into the wall.He didn't look up when I came in. The blue light of the screen lit the pale, sharp line of his jaw, his eyes moving fast over the page, reading the way he always had, since he was sixteen, like the words might disappear if he didn't get to them fast enough."Who gave
Elowen's POVI woke before six, before the sky had made up its mind about the day, and went straight to the east wing without bothering to change out of the clothes I'd fallen asleep in.Leo was awake when I got there, propped up slightly against the pillows, a nurse adjusting something at the side of the bed. He looked thinner in the morning light than he had the night before, the shock of everything wearing off into something closer to exhaustion, but his eyes tracked me across the room clearly this time, no fog left in them at all. Outside the window behind him, the sky was still working out whether it wanted to rain again, gray clouds moving low and slow over the rooftops."Hey," he said, his voice still rough, but steadier."Hey yourself," I said, pulling the chair close and taking his hand the way I had every night for eight months, except this time his fingers actually closed







