As they reached the penthouse building, Yahzaan stopped the car and stepped out. There was something different about him, something almost… pleased. Layla noticed it immediately. It didn’t make sense. Just minutes ago, he had been irritated, tense, and unpredictable. And now...Now he looked happy.

Without a word, he moved to the back seat, grabbed her bag and laptop, and then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, took her hand again. His grip was firm, familiar, leaving no room for resistance as he led her toward the elevator.