Liam stepped back into the penthouse as though he had merely gone downstairs to buy snacks.
The city lights stretched beyond the floor to ceiling windows, painting the luxurious suite in soft gold and blue. The distant noise of traffic drifted faintly through the insulated glass while the expensive chandelier above cast a warm glow over the spacious living area. It was hard to believe that only minutes ago he had been standing in someone's backyard watching a governor take his final breath.
His expression remained calm.
No tension.
No dramatic sigh.
He simply loosened the sleeves of his shirt and walked further inside like nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
He had barely taken two steps before a familiar voice rang out.
"There you are!"
Liam looked toward the bedroom.
Dickson shot off the bed so quickly that it looked like someone had lit a fire beneath him.
His eyes practically sparkled.
