[Kaelen's Penthouse]
Kaelen woke to silence and with a strange sense of steadiness and the kind of peace he had never experienced before.
That alone made him sit up.
Sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows of the penthouse, pale and clean, stretching across stone floors and dark furniture. The city moved below him, distant and unaware.
Inside him, the curse was quiet.
It was not gone but resting.
Kaelen pressed a hand to his chest slowly, as if expecting the familiar burn to surge the moment he acknowledged it.
It didn't.
His jaw tightened because that scared him more than any loss of control ever had.
Last night replayed in fragments, the pressure, the breaking point, the moment his vision had locked onto her across the room. The instant the chaos inside him had stilled.
Lyra Hale.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed.
Just then a knock sounded at the door.
"Come in," Kaelen said.
