The question hung between us. Forty-seven stories above the world. Wind pushing through wild ivy. A three-hundred-year-old cat investigating a rosebush with the seriousness of a federal agent.
I could have given her a tactical answer. Something about the alliance with Olympus Rising. Something about keeping options open. Something Kaelen Leone would have said, smooth and calculated and completely empty.
But Reyna had asked for honesty yesterday. Said she'd never kissed someone because she wanted to. Said she'd spent her whole life being a product.
She deserved better than a lie.
"Because you invited me."
"That's not an answer."
"It's the truest one I've got." I leaned back on my palms and looked up at the sky. New Vein's light pollution washed out most of the stars, but a few stubborn ones burned through the haze. "I have five women back home who would set this building on fire if they knew I was sitting on a rooftop alone with you."
