My Ex, the Widowed Billionaire
“Piano. Something slow. I think you played it once.”
“I did. Before Eidolon, I taught for a while.”
“That makes sense,” he said softly. “There’s something about your hands. Like they know both creation… and destruction.”
That brought a tight laugh to my throat. “You don’t forget some things.”
He didn’t answer, but when our fingers brushed as I handed him the canteen, he didn’t pull away.
Small miracles.
The Hollow was a concrete scar in the mountains.
Once, it had relayed global signals through an array of underground servers. Now, it was dead—except for the chamber Paladin had marked in red ink. There, behind layers of steel and rock, lay a terminal unlike any I’d seen before.
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