Whiskey and Lies

Magnus’s POV

The elevator doors slid open.

I stepped out first. She followed.

The penthouse was dark, lit only by the city spilling through the glass walls. I did not bother with the lights.

I headed straight for the bar.

Her footsteps trailed behind me, then stopped somewhere in the middle of the living room.

I pulled out a glass and reached for the whiskey. I could feel her watching me. I had no