Hailey's POV
The city looked different from above.
Singapore stretched beneath us in a scatter of lights and glass and quiet arrogance, all sharp lines and impossible wealth. From the rooftop garden, the chaos of the night felt distant, muted, as if the breach and the alarms and the blood on Kingsley's hands belonged to another version of us.
The wind cut through my dress, cool and persistent. Kingsley noticed immediately, he didn't touch me.
Instead, he moved closer, just enough that his body blocked the worst of it. The gesture was instinctive, uncalculated. And it did something dangerous to my chest.
We sat on a stone bench near the edge of the garden, the scent of damp greenery mixing with the city's metallic breath. I could still feel his warmth beside me, I could sti
