NOAH
"What are you doing here, Noah?"
The words landed like a splash of acid on a marble floor. I heard them, but for a second, I just sat with the sheer, shimmering absurdity of the moment.
Of all the ways this evening could have started, of all the people who could have stepped out of the curated golden light of the Metropolitan Club, it had to be my brother.
Nick. Standing there in black tie, looking like a million dollars and smelling like a hospital, staring at me as if I were a coffee stain on his pristine white tuxedo.
My mind did a quick, frantic rewind to an hour ago after I was done for the day while Cassian was holed up in meetings as usual.
For the past few days, we'd been going to his villa together, and this night was supposed to follow the same routine. But something else demanded his attention. He left the company before I did, and soon after, he sent me a text.
