I turn back to the room and glance around. Piper is sitting on the edge of the sofa. Her elbows are on her knees, her back hunched. The shaft of light from the window angles across her face. When she looks over at me, she squints.
I drop the curtain and take a second for my eyes to adjust in the sudden darkness. “I don’t see anything on the street, at least. If Kreshnik was going to attack, he would have. If you were involved, I assume you would have done something by now, too.”
She nods. “It’s true. This has been very boring. Killing you would have livened things up.”
“That’s not as funny as you think it is.”
“Yes, it is.” She grins and, for a second, we’re back at the penthouse in the city. We’re lounging on the couch with Benjamin between us, music playing through the bookshelf spea
