Chapter 158

Maeve’s POV

The penthouse was still, the kind of silence that only settles in after a house has been full of laughter and light.

Leo was out cold, his new motorized truck parked like a sentry at the foot of his bed.

I could still see the faint tracks of the tires on the silk rug in the hallway, a messy, beautiful reminder of the afternoon.

The three of us sat around the heavy obsidian dining table