Chapter 133 Simon
- There's a low sofa against one wall of my office. Cracked tan leather. I steer her there, our footsteps muffled against the carpet.
- "What are you—oh." The backs of her legs meet the sofa, and Kiara plops down with a surprised oof. Her skirt billows out around her thighs. "You don't want to dance anymore?"
- "Not right now."