Chapter 35 Thirty Five

• Night wrapped around the New York skyline like a velvet cloak as the car pulled into the private driveway of a brownstone in Brooklyn Heights. The city felt smaller here and quieter. Clean lines, soft lanterns, an almost domestic calm that mocked what they were about to do.
• Sera’s nails tapped the door panel. She didn't look at Lucien; didn’t need to the weight in his chest echoed the same resolve she felt clenching her spine.
• > Sera: “Ready?”