REOMEN
My office is a kingdom of glass and steel, the morning sun glaring off the Manhattan skyline. Denki is leaning against my desk, laughing about some ridiculous play from last night's game. My mind is only half on his words. The other half is waiting.
Then the door opens.
She walks in. Paige. Dressed in that sharp, black Alexander Wang blazer that makes her look like a warrior queen. Her eyes flick to Denki, and I see it—the slight, instinctive chill in her gaze. A flicker of dislike she doesn't even fully understand.
Perfect.
I don't get up. I just raise a hand, curling my fingers. A summoning. A king calling his consort.
She walks over, stopping directly in front of my desk. She stands there, poised and defiant, her hands clasped in front of her. She's following the letter of my command, but not the spirit. Always testing me.
