The ride back to the penthouse was silent.
Cassie sat with her arms crossed, her jaw tight and her thoughts spinning. Outside, the city lights shimmered past in a blur of gold and steel, but she wasn’t looking. Luke sat beside her, perfectly composed as always, though there was tension in his shoulders, and his hands were clenched lightly on his lap.
Neither of them spoke.
By the time the elevator carried them to the top floor of Hudson Tower, Cassie’s anger had dulled into quiet exhaustion. She didn’t have the energy to keep arguing, and truthfully, she didn’t even know what she would say anymore.
She stepped into the penthouse, unfastening the silver clasp of her heels as soon as she crossed the threshold. Her feet ached from standing and posing, and from walking circles around conve
