Aria pov
Three Hours Later
The penthouse looked like a military operation, security specialists swarmed everywhere, installing additional cameras, reinforcing windows, setting up motion sensors. Noah thought it was the coolest thing ever.
He followed the technicians around, asking a million questions, pretending to help install equipment. I stood at the window, watching the city below, wondering where Marcus was, what he was planning.
"Aria." Damien came up beside me, two glasses of wine in hand. "You should eat something."
"I am not hungry."
"You haven't eaten since breakfast." He pressed a glass into my hand. "At least drink this."
I took it but didn't drink. The wine sloshed in the glass, dark red against the crystal.
"Wine?" I stared at him. "It's barely noon, Damien, and I haven't eaten anything."
