Deadly Game
Aria
The walls of Malakai Thorne’s penthouse were made of reinforced glass, offering a panoramic view of the city skyline that he practically owned. To anyone else, this place was an impenetrable fortress of modern architecture and high-end security. To me, for the past year, it had been a sanctuary. A beautiful, gilded haven where the ghosts and monsters of my past couldn’t touch me. After everything I had been running from, everything that had nearly broken me, this penthouse was the only place in the world where I could finally breathe.