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Now it was just a matter of how deep I’d let it sink. I walked to the window again. Ran a finger down the crack in the glass. Just a hairline fracture—but it distorted everything behind it. Made the city look warped. Twisted. Beautiful, in a way. Just like us. I didn’t plan on staying long, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave. Not yet. Because even though I’d locked every door, shut down every exit— That goddamn window? It had never closed. Not for me. Not for him.

Two whole days to not wonder if the man behind the glass wall was going to unravel me with a glance or freeze me out completely, leaving me to navigate the treacherous waters of his expectations without so much as a compass. I sat on the bus with my forehead resting lightly against the window, watching the city blur past as dusk settled in like a familiar blanket. The glass was cold against my skin—a sharp, clean cold that cut through the fog of exhaustion that had been my constant companion for weeks. Comforting. Real. Something I could trust to be exactly what it appeared to be, unlike everything else in my life lately.

But as I stood up, leaning against the cold marble of a pedestal for support. The panoramic windows offered a staggering view of the city skyline, but as I glanced at the frames, I noticed there were no latches. No handles. The glass was thick, reinforced, designed to keep the world out. The air was perfectly climate-controlled, devoid of the scent of the city, filtered and thin. It felt like being inside a very expensive bell jar. "It’s a lot to take in," Elijah said, walking toward the sleek bar in the corner. The clink of crystal against glass echoed in the cavernous room as he poured a finger of amber liquid. "But you’ll get used to it. It’s the safest place in the city."

I brought him to the map room. The glass model stood at the center, as it always stood, three decades of cartographic work made luminous by the fire-network’s real-time pulse. At night it was the most alive-looking object in the Citadel. Veins of amber and gold moving through constructed glass the way blood moves, the way underground rivers move, following the same paths they have always followed because the stone remembers. Soren stood in front of it and did something I hadn’t anticipated.

Brielle swallows hard beside me, and I squeeze her hand just as Jack walks back in with a huge smile on his face. “I think we just got lucky,” he tells us. “My buddy just told me that entire wall was constructed using riot glass.” “Riot glass?” Brielle asks. “What does that mean? Like hurricane glass?” “No, riot glass is even better,” I say. “Hurricane glass is only rated for high winds. Riot glass is designed specifically to withstand objects hitting it – even something traveling at a high rate of speed.” “Like bullets?” “Yep. The glass will spiderweb, but not shatter.”

I took a taxi right in front of my building, that’s one thing I love about the City that never sleeps, New York City. In about fifteen minutes, I was in front of the McAnthony building, I looked up to the building and sighed out of frustration. Hmm. No bad vibes today. Not here and definitely not now, when I’m going to meet my friends. I smiled and whispered under my breath that today was going to be a good day, in fact a great day.

Leo asked, his voice cutting through the doubt. ​Ren tapped a series of commands into his cracked tablet, his face pale in the screen’s glow. "The Summit Building is a 'World of Glass.' Every floor is transparent, monitored by AI-driven retinal scanners. There are no walls to hide behind, no shadows to slip through. It’s designed to be a temple of 'transparency,' but it’s actually a high-frequency kill-box. If we enter as shifters, the glass will vibrate at a frequency that will shatter our bones."

The digital glow of the dashboard clock bled into the weary darkness of the car's interior. One of those nights. My hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, the hum of the engine a dull throb against my skull. Veritas City, a sprawling lie wrapped in glass and steel, blurred past my window. Towers clawed at the bruised velvet sky, each window a distant, indifferent eye. Home. Finally, The thought was a dry taste on my tongue.

The Voss Corporate Tower was a needle of glass and steel that pierced the smog of the city. Tonight, it glowed with a predatory gold. The elite of the city were arriving for the annual shareholders' gala, oblivious to the fact that the basement was a laboratory and the penthouse was a cage.

I was inside it, even if only at the edge. That was something. That was more than something. I turned and looked out at the city through the glass. The lights stretched across the rooftops, steady and alive. The sky above them was dark and clear for once, the clouds gone, leaving behind the sharp, cold brightness of a winter night. I pressed my fingertips lightly against the glass. Still here, I thought. Yes. Still here.