Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWELVE LUNA The storm had no thunder. Just rain. Relentless. Icy. It slashed sideways across the glass as if trying to carve its way into the penthouse. Luna stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the safe house in Geneva, staring at the black water of Lake Léman below. The rain blurred the lights along the bank into streaks of gold. They looked like tears bleeding into the dark. Fitting. Cassian was behind her, silent as ever, the black key between them like a fuse waiting for a match. It had been three days since Prague. Three days since Lysander Knight offered her the truth wrapped in paper cuts and manipulation. Three days since she'd taken the key and brought it back to Cassian, only to feel the rift between them widen, heal, and tighten again like a stitch
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