Outside, the city began to wake, but inside the penthouse, last night’s storm still lingered. Rain tapped against the windows, turning the streets below a muted, washed-out gray. Sunlight fought to break through the clouds, but it couldn’t chase away the chill in the room. The air felt heavy, like the whole place had been holding its breath since midnight.Isla Quinn moved quietly, each step careful so she wouldn’t startle Ares. He was already at the window, hands behind his back, watching the slick streets. He hadn’t gone to his study last night. Didn’t say a word when she came back, when she left the watch and photograph where they belonged. She’d trusted him with that, trusted his space, and trusted him not to shut her out.“You’re awake,” he said, voice low and steady.“So are you,” she replied. Her tone was soft, almost light, but it carried the weight of last night the storm, the confessions, everything that had been said in the dark.He stayed silent, just tilted his head, catc
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