The private elevator climbs in absolute quiet. Lily stands in one corner still wearing her soaked hoodie which clings to her skin, bare feet leaving wet prints on the marble floor.
She keeps her eyes on the numbers. Her arms wrapped around herself, trying to make her shivering look smaller. Alexander stands beside her, one hand in the pocket of his dark overcoat and the other curled into a fist at his side.
He hasn’t said a word since they left the car.
The doors slide open directly into the penthouse. He steps out first and doesn’t look back. "Walk", Alexander orders her. She follows with water dripping from her clothes and her heart hammering so loud she’s sure he hears it.
He shrugs out of his coat and tosses it over a chair. Underneath, he's wearing a charcoal suit, tie loos
