The apartment was quiet. The city glowed through the windows.Vance sat on the couch, his hands resting on his knees, his back straight. He looked out of place in the soft light of the Aerie—still in his suit, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up.Nerissa stood in the kitchen. Her back was to him. She poured water into a kettle. Set it on the stove. The flame flickered blue. She watched it for a moment, then opened a cabinet, pulled out two mugs, and set them on the counter.She could feel his eyes on her.She did not turn.The water boiled. She poured it over tea bags. The steam rose, warm against her face. She carried the mugs to the couch, set one on the table in front of him, and sat on the far end of the couch, leaving a cushion between them.He watched her settle. She tucked her feet under her. Wrapped her hands around her mug.She did not look at him."What is your plan?" she asked. "About Project Horizon."He was quiet for a moment. Then: "Ashworth signed the preliminary agreement.
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