The morning arrived with the smell of stale coffee and the mechanical whir of server fans kicking into overdrive.
Elodie woke up with a crick in her neck and a heavy weight across her legs. The weight was Alistair Sterling, former Master of the Universe, currently asleep with his head on her knees, wrapped in a moth-eaten wool blanket.
She watched him for a moment. In the harsh blue light of the monitors, he looked younger. The stress lines that usually bracketed his mouth were smoothed out. He was drooling slightly on her jeans.
She smiled. She wouldn't trade this view for the penthouse sunrise.
"Coffee," a voice croaked from the corner.
Jax was awake, typing furiously at her station. She didn't look up. "There's instant in the jar. Don't touch the espresso machine; it requires a lic
