19
“Kira?” Nick asked in a gentle voice. “Are you sure you’re OK?”
She suddenly realized she hadn’t spoken for several moments. She took a deep breath and blinked her eyes clear.
“I’m fine,” she said in a hoarse voice. She cleared her throat. “So what’s out on the terrace?”
Nick shrugged. “Not much.” He slipped past Trevor to lead the way toward the open French door. Kira and Trevor followed.
The exterior was sparse—a concrete enclosure with a waist-high barrier that overlooked the streets below. A pair of large, terracotta planters stood on each side of the door, filled with purple and blue trailing flowers. Lobelia, if Kira remembered her childhood lessons from her mother correctly. The rest of the rooftop terrace was dominated by humming fan units.
Kira went up to the barrier and
