CASPIAN'S POV I haven’t stepped outside in two days... The penthouse was quiet, sleek, and as always, soulless. Floor-to-ceiling glass offered a sprawling view of Manhattan, but I hadn’t bothered to look out once. I kept the curtains drawn, the world outside felt intrusive, loud. Especially after her.Lyra Logan.She had stormed into my life with the fury of a past I didn’t remember and the conviction of a woman who had nothing left to lose but I wasn’t Mason Fabian, I am Caspian Clarence. That’s what the world knows me as, and more importantly, it’s who I know myself to be."Jesus, you look like hell," Charles said the second he stepped into my apartment uninvited, dressed like he has just stepped off a yacht.I didn’t respond, I was still in yesterday’s shirt, nursing my third glass of bourbon before noon, seated on the couch like a statue among steel and stone."Two days, man," He said, letting himself into the kitchen. "You have been locked up in here, working remotely like some
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