The apex of the Howlstone building was no mere residence, it was a fortress of gleaming glass and dark stone, an impenetrable citadel that loomed over the city like a watchful guardian.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, spilling molten gold and bruised purple across the skyline, I found myself standing in the heart of a living space that seemed to swallow my entire past. My few boxes, plain and sparse compared to the elegant designer furniture, had already been unpacked and neatly arranged, as if by invisible hands with a precision I couldn’t explain.
“You’re shivering,” a deep, resonant voice broke the silence.
I spun around, instinctively defensive. There he was, Nisi, leaning casually against the doorframe of the ultra-modern kitchen. His suit jacket was gone, and his sleeves w
