Chapter 12 Fragments of the Past

~DONOVAN’S POV~

The city of New York hums beneath my penthouse window. Traffic moves in slow ribbons of red and white light, tracing the grid of the streets. The noise usually grounds me. It reminds me of the empire I built, the control I wield over my life and my surroundings. But tonight, the ambient sound does nothing to settle my mind. My pulse beats a steady, demanding rhythm against my thro