Amara's POV :
The same black car pulled up outside my building exactly one hour after Roman hung up.
I got in the back seat and the driver didn't say anything. Just started driving.
I watched the city pass by through the tinted windows. The streetlights made streaks of yellow and white against the glass. My hands were cold so I shoved them in my jacket pockets.
Something had changed. Roman wouldn't have called me back unless it was serious.
He said the board gave him forty-eight hours.
I still didn't understand what that had to do with me.
The car stopped in front of the same high-rise in Midtown. The doorman opened my door and cold air rushed in. I got out and the sidewalk was damp from rain earlier. I could smell it mixed with car exhaust and someone's cigarette smoke from down the block.
"Mr. Vale is expecting you," the doorman said.
