Back at the penthouse, the elevator doors opened directly into a sprawling living area with floor-to-ceiling glass walls.
"Freya, prepare some chamomile tea for Mia," James commanded without looking back. "Julian, check the external security parameters. I don’t want any 'guests' trying to peek in tonight."
"By your command, My Lord," they said in unison before vanishing into other parts of the penthouse.
Mia stood in the center of the room, her hands wringing the hem of her sweater. She watched James walk toward his private bar and pour mineral water into a crystal glass.
"James," Mia called out softly, her voice trembling slightly.
James stopped pouring. He turned around, meeting her gaze with his deep, dark eyes. "You need to rest."
"How?" Mia took a step forward, gathering her cou
