The digital silence of the penthouse was far more deafening than any argument they had ever shared. After the chilling exchange at the dinner table, where the word honesty had been tossed back and forth like a live grenade, Kai waited for the rhythmic sound of Elea’s breathing to steady into the deep, rhythmic patterns of sleep. He lay on his side, watching the moonlight filter through the high windows, illuminating the dust motes that settled on the expensive Italian sheets. He felt like a stranger in his own bed, sharing a mattress with a woman whose real name might not even be Elea.
Once he was certain she was under, Kai slipped out from beneath the covers with the practiced silence of a shadow. He didn't head for the study this time; he knew she had already breached that sanctuary. I
