Chapter 82 Davon

• DAVON
• The street outside my estate stretches long and quiet, lined with a row of houses that look sharp and clear against the fading light. From my window—high above everything below—I have the perfect view of it all. The terraces are alive, people scattered across their decks, drinking, laughing, and sinking into their own pleasures.
• My eyes stop on one particular couple—a girl straddling a boy on a lounge chair, her back arched, her head thrown back as she loses herself to whatever they’re doing. The night feels alive, vibrating with hunger and desire. The air itself smells heavy, thick, like sex and summer heat mixed together.