Chapter 12 Two Weeks Later

• Two weeks had passed since the gala.
• Konstantine had insisted Brandy stay at his penthouse after that night. Not only for her safety—he didn’t trust that Celeste or Delilah would give up so easily—but also because neither of them had wanted to part ways after the truth was laid bare between them. His world had a place for her now. It wasn’t spoken aloud, but it was understood.
• The penthouse was sprawling and sleek, perched above the city like a glass crown. Marble floors, velvet couches in deep oxblood red, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a skyline that never slept. A fireplace of black stone crackled with subtle warmth in the evenings. Brandy had her own room across the hall from his—though they hadn’t dared cross that boundary since the night of the gala. There had been stolen glances, touches that lingered longer than they should’ve, but nothing else.