Donovan
I sat in my den, sipping a whiskey in the dark as I stared out over the city at night. I told myself it was just a happy coincidence that the room happened to look out in the direction of Serissa's apartment and as I stared at the lights below, I tried to decide which one was hers. The truth was, if the room had faced any other direction, I would have moved to one that was on this side of the building. It was getting late, but I was trying to think of an excuse to call her. Some pretense that would allow me to hear her voice, even briefly, before I tried to get some sleep.
The lights suddenly blazed on and I hissed at Colin, who ignored me and poured himself a drink before sitting in his usual chair across from me. We'd spent too many hours to count in this room together, and his
