Dane
Dane said goodnight to the security guard in the reception area of his penthouse, then dropped his keys in the little glass bowl he'd found at some street market. He loved the color of blue that swirled through it, flecked with silver.
With a heavy sigh, he stood for a moment in the entryway of the massive penthouse apartment and just stared.
His apartment took up almost the entire top floor of the building. It wasn't the tallest building in the city, but that was because he hadn't wanted to draw attention to himself. But even without that, he loved it. This apartment had floor-to-ceiling windows in every room except the bathroom and bedroom.
He couldn't stand the feeling of being closed in. How people lived in those boxes of apartments with tiny windows and dark walls . . . he couldn't understand.
