Chapter 565

The night had grown very late.

Sloane lay still for a while, but sleep refused to come. She quietly pushed back the covers and slipped out of bed.

She didn't turn on the lights. Guided only by the moonlight pooling through the windows, she padded barefoot to the floor-to-ceiling glass.

Below was Roman's garden — a few flowering plants she couldn't name, their shapes soft and indistinct in the silv