Morning arrived gently with a quiet, almost hesitant touch,, but Leo was already awake.
Pale, soft sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of the presidential suite, spreading slowly across the room as if it were afraid to disturb him. Beyond the massive glass walls, the sprawling skyline of Las Vegas hummed with a faint, careless energy—a city that never truly slept, always moving, always awake.
Leo lay completely still, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Every single time he had closed his eyes, the neon lights of the Canterbury faded, leaving only the vivid memory of Amelia’s face. He saw the exact second surprise had frozen between them, the precise moment her dark eyes had widened, and the sharp, echoing crack of the glass shattering against the floor. In his mind, that sound wa
