The penthouse felt different when they returned.

Aria walked through the space she'd called home for only three days, but everything had changed. The surveillance monitors were dark. The files about her enemies had been cleared away. Even the air felt lighter.

"It's quiet," she said.

"No more threats to track," Dominic replied, setting his keys on the kitchen counter. "No more watchers to avoid."

"So what now?"

"Now we figure out what normal looks like."

She almost laughed. "Normal? ...