Rowan's POV
From where I sat, I stared at the glass. The glass in front of me didn’t just frame the city, it made it mine. From up there, the streets looked orderly, almost calm, as if the chaos and noise below had been muted by the height. People were dots, cars were just colored streaks. No matter how restless the city got, there was a certain quiet when you were looking at it from above. That was the thing about control, you couldn’t just have it; you had to see it, feel it, breathe it. It made you feel powerful, like you had everything in the palm of your hand
The door behind me clicked open and I heard footsteps approaching me. I didn't need to turn to know who it was. His scent filled the room and my sharp nose caught it. I could recognize him through his scent already. It wa
