Hong Kong International Airport was freezing cold.
As soon as I passed through the arrivals gate, a blast of humid heat hit me, making me sway.
The thick, damp air churned my stomach, bringing back the nausea.
I took a sharp breath, forced it down, and scanned the crowd.
"Lisa! Here!"
A clear male voice cut through the noise.
Roy Shen was leaning against a pillar nearby, one hand in his pocket. He saw me look his way, smiled, and raised his hand.
In Hong Kong's sticky night air, he wore a crisp grey shirt, the top two buttons undone.
He had that lazy, old-money Hong Kong elegance, mixed with a touch of something wild.
He walked over, took my suitcase, and handed me a bottle of water.
"Long time. Since RISD."
"Long time, Roy."
I smiled faintly, taking the water.
Roy's eyes swep
