The penthouse was dark when Levi stepped off the elevator.It was not completely dark, the floor-to-ceiling windows let in enough city light to cast long shadows across the open living space. But dark enough that Levi's first thought was that Noah still wasn't home.
Then the mate bond pulsed.
It was subtle and barely noticeable most days, just a low sense of awareness. But right now it pulled like a string connecting his chest to something in the apartment. 'Meat stick.'
Levi stepped further inside, letting the doors close behind him. The air smelled faintly of alcohol, not overwhelming, he could just catch the ghost of it, that told him Noah had been drinking but not heavily. Whiskey, probably. Noah's drink of choice when he was stressed.
And Noah had been stressed for a week straight, if the Sterling Industries headlines were anything to judge by. The stock had dropped another eight percent today.
