Confession in the Dark

The silence inside the penthouse was heavier than lead. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass, a light drizzle fell over the glowing lights of Central Park, casting long, weeping shadows across the hardwood floor. Julian didn't evade her gaze. He walked slowly across the living room, stopping three feet from her. His obsidian eyes were dark with an ancient, agonizing grief. "Yes," Julian said, his baritone steady, hollow, and stripped of pride.…