THEA
The car glides into the underground entrance of the skyscraper, the tires humming softly against the pavement.
I stare up through the windshield, swallowing. The building seems to stretch forever into the sky, glass and steel gleaming, reflecting the evening sky.
Ezra's penthouse must be at the very top.
As we step out, I catch movement from the corner of my eye. My stomach twists. Cameras. Paparazzi. Some pretending to be on their phones, others with lenses hidden under jackets.
"Hey," I hiss, moving closer to him. "There are people with cameras."
He doesn't even glance their way. Just collects the key from the driver and hands it to a waiting valet. He grabs the packages like it’s a normal day, and strolls over to me.
Then—
He slides an arm around my waist, tugging me in.
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