Chapter Thirty Seven The Concrete Silence
The return to New York was not a homecoming. It was a transfer of prisoners. We arrived at the private terminal under a sky that was the color of a lead pipe. The humid air of the island was replaced by the sharp cold wind of the city. Alexander did not hold my hand as we walked from the jet to the waiting black car. He was already on his phone. His voice was hard and fast as he talked about share prices and board meetings. The romantic man from the obsidian shore was gone. In his place was the CEO of the Knights Empire and I was just another piece of data he had successfully filed away.
The mansion felt larger and colder than I remembered. The white marble floors echoed with the sound of my heels as I walked through the foyer. The staff moved l
