The morning sun streamed through the penthouse windows as Elara stood at the kitchen counter, a cup of coffee growing cold in her hands. She had been home from the hospital for three weeks now, her body healing, her mind slowly following suit. But the scars both physical and emotional remained.
Julian found her there, his arms wrapping around her from behind. "You're up early."
"Couldn't sleep." She leaned into him, drawing comfort from his warmth. "I keep thinking about him. About where he could be. What he's planning."
"I know." Julian pressed a kiss to her temple. "I've been thinking about it too. That's why I called Agent Mitchell. She's coming over this morning to brief us."
Elara turned in his arms, her eyes searching his face. "Do we have a lead?"
"We have something. But I want
