Zubair had been up for an hour before anyone else. The little sleep he had was restless.
He had heard Sera and Luci walking around the penthouse in the middle of the night, but he wasn't the only one. In fact, Zubair was pretty sure that the only one to have slept through everything was Noah.
But like Alexei, like Lachlan, like Elias, he would not say a word to anyone about why she was walking around.
The sky outside the tall windows still hadn't quite chosen a color yet. It was like it couldn't decide between blue, dark gray, or just a wash of gray that looked down over the ice stretching endless and silent.
Wind pressed a low hum against the glass now and then, but the building held steady, as it always did.
He stood in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up, frying pan hot, coffee in the press, bread set to toast on the rack over the fire. Eggs went into the frying pan next.
