Chapter 53

• BANE
• As I stepped onto the cool marble floor on my foyer, I felt Wren stop. Peering at her over my shoulder, I found her eyes were wide. She was taking in everything, every last detail of the wealth I chose to surround myself with. With a chuckle, I dragged her deeper into my domain. The floor may have been white, but everything else in my apartment was dark gray or black.
• The couches were soft leather, big enough for ten people, but it was usually only me. On the wall was a ninety-eight-inch television, which I rarely watched because I was always working, and a copper and glass coffee table I rarely used because I was always too busy to be home and have a beer.