Alexandria

The click of the old-fashioned elevator slowly moving upward was replaced by loud voices arguing as we ascended to the second floor of Hamilton and Porter.

I reached for Nox's hand, recognizing the loudest voice. Nox didn't ask. He knew the voice too. He'd heard it last night in Deloris's suite. I envied his limited exposure. I'd heard it most of my life.

"What the hell?" Nox said. "You asked her to be here, set up this appointment knowing that he'd ...