Ezra’s POV
The city felt different at night. Colder. Quieter. More honest.
By the time I stepped out of the elevator and into my penthouse, the ache behind my eyes had settled into a dull throb. I should have been exhausted. I should have wanted nothing more than sleep.
But the moment I closed the door behind me, all I could think about was her.
Liora.
She had barely said two words on the drive to Gina’s place. She tried to act normal, tried to pretend she was fine, tried not to limp when she stepped out of the car. She never wanted anyone to worry about her. She thought that pain made her stronger, and in many ways, she was right.
But I had seen her wince when she thought I was not looking. It had burned into me like a brand.
I loosened my tie and set it on the counter. Bob had alr
