Amelia had never been good at sitting still. Not as a child, not as a student, and definitely not now, trapped in Alexander Carter’s cold palace of glass and silence.

It had been three days since the night he’d shown her a softer side. Three days since she caught a glimpse of something almost… human in him. For a while, she’d walked around the penthouse with a strange weight in her chest, like her heart was holding a secret she couldn’t name. She kept remembering his voice, low and ...