Off Limits
Gift now i drive alone past your street
Before he could even swipe his hand to analyze the data, every single piece of high-tech equipment in the penthouse went completely dead.
The floating holographic screens vanished. The ambient lighting snapped off. Even the faint, comforting hum of the building's central filtration system cut out, plunging the massive, open-concept living pavilion into a heavy, suffocating darkness. The only light left was the pale, eerie gray of the Seattle afternoon filtering through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows.
Then, my phone—sitting right on the marble counter next to my wet makeup brushes—vibrated violently.
The screen illuminated the dark kitchen, a single text message appearing from an unknown,