The soft click of heels echoed behind him.
Adams didn't turn.
He already knew.
Arianna.
She stepped into the broken office, her arms folded, her coat still damp from the night rain outside. She didn't look surprised by the shattered door or the tension still lingering in the air. She'd felt it—same as him. From across the city.
"What was that?" she asked flatly.
Adams didn't answer immediately. He stood by the wide glass window, watching NovaCity breathe in silence. The lights flickered below like stars lost on the wrong side of the sky.
Arianna took a few more steps forward. Her expression was hard, annoyed, maybe even disappointed.
"You think this is all just fun?"
Adams glanced over his shoulder. Just a little. "Parts of it."
"That's not an answer."
"I didn't think you came for one."
She sighed, brushing her hair back behind her ear. "You know people are dying, right?"
Adams finally turned to face her.
"No," he said softly. "No one's dying. Not really."
