Yesterday Night...
New York's skyline glittered beyond the penthouse windows, a constellation of human ambition frozen in glass and steel. Parker stood at the edge of the balcony, the night air cool against his face as he surveyed the city that remained blissfully unaware of the cosmic forces now residing within its boundaries.
They'd arrived and settled in.
Behind him, the door to the penthouse slid open. He didn't need to turn to know who approached—her presence had always resonated within him like a perfectly matched frequency.
"The others have retired for the evening," Maya said, her voice carrying through the night air. "Seraphina claimed exhaustion from 'excessive family bonding.' Nyxavere is reading in her room."
Parker smiled despite himself. "And Bella?"
