Julian’s POV
The sixty-sixth floor was really so high that the city looked like someone had scattered diamonds across black velvet and then walked away bored.
Nothing down there moved fast enough to matter.
Not the traffic, not the people, not even the clouds dragging their shadows over the river.
Everything felt slow, like the world was holding its breath just for me.
I was slumped back in the leather throne behind my desk, my jacket long gone. I rolled up my sleeves to my elbow, tie hanging open like I’d already started the party without telling anyone.
The morning sun poured in thick and golden, bouncing off the crystal wine decanter, sliding over the platinum cufflinks that I’d tossed beside the keyboard, and catching the dragon signet on my right hand every time I turned
