After leaving his office, I returned later that evening, door to the office clicked shut behind me with the soft finality of a coffin lid.
Devon didn't turn from the floor-to-ceiling window. City lights glittered across the glass, reflecting in his grey eyes like scattered stars. One hand in his pocket, the other cradling a crystal tumbler of amber liquor. Black shirt open at the throat, sleeves rolled to the elbow. He looked like sin poured into tailored clothes.
I stayed by the door, arms folded, the micro-SD card burning a hole against my skin inside my bra.
He spoke first, voice low and calm. "That file you copied. The one with the Northern witness. What exactly do you plan to do with it, darling?"
I lifted my chin. "Keep it. So every time I start forgetting what kind of monster you are, I can remind myself."
A slow, dreamy smile curved his mouth. He turned, eyes heavy-lidded, drinking me in like I was the liquor in his glass. He moved to the couch and sank onto it.
