KYL'S POV
The city was still alive long after midnight hour, street lights shinning over rain-slick streets, taxis rushing through puddles of water on the ground like blade slicing through skin. I stood at the glass wall of my office, staring at the skyline as if I could see her somewhere out there. The floor beneath my office hummed faintly with the after-hours cleaning crew, some of the Janitors whistled, some hummed softly but all I heard was Ivana's voice. That soft, infuriating way she used to say my name when she wanted me to stop talking and just listen.
I hadn’t seen Ivana in over two months, not since she walked out of the villa with that silent, deliberate finality that felt like a knife to the ribs. At first, I told myself work would bury it, I told myself that if I drowned in
