BELLA'S POV
Our arrival in New York is like a fist to the chest.
We land at a private airfield just outside the city in the early evening, and even from the car I can feel the relentless, unapologetic energy of this place that doesn't slow down for anyone. The skyline appears through the window as we cross the bridge, and I press my hand to the glass like a child, watching the lights multiply against the darkening sky.
"First time?" Viktor asks from beside me.
"Yes." I can't look away from the skyline. "My father always said he'd bring me. We never got around to it."
Viktor is quiet for a moment. "Then I will do that."
The apartment is on the Upper East Side; it is high enough that the city spreads below it like a living map. When the elevator opens, we go directly into the entrance
