The piano music was soft, but the daylight flooding through the floor-to-ceiling windows was blinding.
On the top floor of the Kessler Hotel, Sophia sat in a booth near the glass. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw Avery approaching, but just as she raised her hand to wave, her arm froze in mid-air.
Less than half a step behind Avery, a man followed.
He didn't accompany Avery all the way to the booth. Instead, he stopped at a table three spots away.
Drake pulled out a chair for him. Dominic sat down, crossing his long legs. A waiter immediately served him coffee. He lifted the cup, his long fingers resting against the porcelain rim, his gaze remaining entirely pinned to Avery.
Avery took a deep breath and sat down opposite Sophia, the cold sweat on her back still lingering.
"Avery...
