It had been over a week since they had first seen that glint off in the distance.
A week of continuing with a routine that didn't help, but that Zubair refused to give up on. A week of heavy silence and sighing from everyone every time Lachlan's gaze turned to the direction of the leaning tower with humans inside.
A week of the creature under Sera's skin needing something that she wasn't willing to give.
Sera trailed her hand along the marble counter as she crossed the kitchen, the cool stone smooth beneath her palm.
She had walked this penthouse a hundred times, but now, every time she noticed something new, something different. The firelight from the living room stretched across the walls, casting shadows over leather couches and the gleam of polished steel.
This was her space.
Her fortress.
Her future.
It had taken her a year of prepping to make it this way—scouting, storing, sealing.
