Chapter 10: The Glass Prison
The elevator ride to the penthouse was a blur of silence and tension. Kaelen held me against his chest. He did not put me down. He refused to let my feet touch the floor. I buried my face in his neck and breathed in his scent. He smelled like rain and violence.
The doors slid open with a soft chime. The penthouse was exactly as I remembered it. It was cold. It was modern. It was a cage of glass floating above the city lights.
Kaelen walked straight to the master bathroom. He kicked the door open.
"You smell like the cellar," he grumbled. His voice was thick with distaste. "You smell like mold and fear. I need to wash it off you."
He set me down on the cold marble vanity. My legs were weak. I wobbled and gripped his shoulders for support. Kaelen did not ste
