Viya's POV
The celebration was winding down when we finally prepared to leave.
Julian noticed how late it was getting and suggested, "Sophia's had champagne and she's sleeping it off in the car. You two should head home. I'll take Professor Elias back."
"Alright."
We separated in the elevator after going downstairs. My car was parked in the hotel's open-air lot. Julian's was in the underground garage.
I walked toward my car, hand reaching for the door handle, when I spotted him—the man who'd cornered me in that stairwell earlier. He was walking toward me across the parking lot.
Tall frame. Loosened tie. Top two buttons of his dress shirt undone. The picture of controlled dissolution.
*That thing he'd said in the stairwell—it crashed back into my mind without warning.
