Chapter 85 Penthouse

• Amanda leaned against the cool glass of the window in Vicktor's penthouse, the shimmering city lights casting their glow against her skin. The room was silent except for the faint hum of distant traffic below. She let out a soft breath, her fingers brushing the fabric of the silk robe draped around her, the delicate material doing little to shield her from the night’s chill—or from her own restless thoughts.
• Behind her, she could feel his presence before she heard him. Vicktor’s steps were slow, deliberate, each one sending a ripple of anticipation through her. She didn’t turn around, her body already attuned to him, the electricity between them pulsing like a living thing.
• “You’re quiet tonight,” his voice came, low and smooth, with just a hint of curiosity.