Morning light poured through the large windows of Kael’s penthouse, painting the floor with soft gold streaks. Ayla sat on the couch, knees hugged to her chest, staring at nothing in particular. She barely slept, her mind too full of memories she wished she could forget.
Kael stood near the kitchen, a cup of coffee in hand. His suit was neat, and not a single strand of his dark hair was out of place. He watched her, quiet and sharp, like he was trying to decide something.
Finally, he spoke. “Come with me to the office.”
Ayla lifted her head, blinking at him. “What?”
Kael placed his cup on the counter. “I don’t want you staying here alone.”
She shook her head. “I’m fine.”
“You’re not.” His voice didn’t soften. “You barely slept. You haven’t eaten. If I leave, you’ll just sit here all
