Zack's POV
The city beneath shimmered like countless fading stars, while Zack Grayson leaned against the tall window of the Stanford estate, one hand clutching a crystal glass of whiskey, the other tucked inside his coat pocket.
He ought to have departed hours earlier.
He had arrived to visit Mr. Stanford, but found himself standing here alone, trapped between shadow and memory, as something was coming apart—something inside him.
Leena.
He hadn't addressed her directly since the evening she arrived with Ethan, recently back, deeply cherished, and definitely married. However, he had noticed how her hand intertwined with Ethan's when they were alone, the way she smiled subtly in front of others but flourished like spring when she believed no one was observing.
And Zack, misguided
