Amelia was startled awake by the muted voices. She had in her mind's eye realized that it was a dream, the tired brain creating reverberations of the night before. But when she woke up, she noticed that the clock showed that it was only five in the morning.

The voices were real.

She stretched flat in bed, her heart pounding. The voices were low, clean, and barely a whisper. They were across the walls of the penthouse Alexander's office, she assumed. He was always rising early, his existence ...