Chapter 37: The Comedown of the Edge
The sirens of the federal transport vehicles faded into the concrete valleys of the city streets forty floors below, leaving behind an eerie, absolute silence in the penthouse.
Marcus’s security team had swept the foyer, collected the shattered remnants of Cassandra’s weapon, and vanished into the auxiliary shafts. The air in the master suite was cool, smelling of rain from the open balcony doors and the faint, bitter scent of ozone from the building's emergency system.
Chloe sat on the edge of the massive king bed, her bare feet resting against the dark slate floor. The ivory silk of her blouse was slightly rumpled, and her hands, now that the immediate threat had passed, were trembling with a low, uncontrollable adrenaline tremor. She stared down a
