The city sprawls beyond the glass wall like a living thing—a vast constellation of golden lights scattered across the dark velvet of night.
I sit on the couch, leaning back with practiced ease, one leg resting over the other, my arms crossed loosely over my chest.
Sum sits beside me, his eyes fixed on my face like he's trying to solve a puzzle that's been bothering him for days.
I glance at him from the corner of my eye. Still staring. Still waiting.
Seriously.
This is fucking annoying.
My voice cuts through the silence, sharp with frustration. "Sum. Stop it."
He shakes his head, shameless and unrepentant, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"No."
I turn to face him fully, letting the weight of my gaze settle on him. "I already told you everything. What more do you want?"
