The walls were beautiful — floor-to-ceiling glass, marble floors, a view of the city that glittered endlessly — but they still felt like a cage.
Malia pressed her palm against the window, staring down at the streets below. The world moved freely out there. Cars sped by, people laughed, lights flickered — and yet she was trapped, high above it all, in a penthouse that gleamed like a palace but breathed like a prison.
Kieth hadn’t spoken much since his declaration that morning. He’d been quiet — too quiet — moving through the day with that same deliberate calm that made her more nervous than if he’d shouted. Every inch of him radiated control. Every glance reminded her that she was still here because he allowed it.
Her phone was gone. The door to the elevator was locked from his system. T
