Chapter : Shadows That Look Like Me

I had barely slept.

The morning sun streamed through the windows of the penthouse, but it couldn’t touch the frost in my chest. The drawing Gabriel had made lay on my lap—two boys, cliffs, the storm between them. He said he saw him in his dreams. But I wasn’t sure if that made it better or worse.

I traced the jagged line of the storm with my finger, wondering what it would take to reach across it.

Lucien sat across the room, on a call with Camilla. His voice was low, clipped—he was trying not to wake Gabriel. He was also trying not...