Chapter 90: The Foreseen Fire, Made Flesh
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime — a deceptively gentle sound, the calm before a storm I hadn't yet noticed. I stepped over the threshold into Sophia's apartment — or rather, our apartment now — and something in the air immediately shifted.
Not wrong, no. Just... watched. The sensation crept along my spine like a teasing whisper, warm and eerie, as though the walls themselves had grown eyes.
Someone was staring at me — no, she was. I didn't need to look. I knew that gaze. I'd felt it in visions, in dreams, in the crook of danger and desire. So, I did the only thing a man truly possessed by the Hive could do: I ignored her theatrics and waited for her to make her entrance. Onyx loved the game far too much to skip the build-up.
