Kyls POV

I leaned back in my office chair, the city skyline stretching out behind me like a cold, glittering lie. The kind I’d spent my life mastering. A half-empty glass of scotch sat untouched on my desk, sweating onto the leather coaster. I didn’t want it. It wasn’t comfort, it was habit.

Damon stood across from me, arms crossed, his suit slightly wrinkled which was unusual for him. That told me just how long he’d been waiting for me to speak. He was patient, but even ...