Maybe I should have stopped the articles.
That thought lingers as Elijah smoothly lands the hover car onto the private rooftop. The magnetic stabilizers engage with a soft hum, securing the vehicle in place.
I step out into the cool night air, the glow of Neo Novus stretching infinitely before me—a city that never sleeps, its neon veins pulsing with the lifeblood of commerce, power, and influence.
The elevator doors slide open with a quiet hiss, and I step inside, my mind still turning over the events of the past twenty-four hours.
I never planned on hiding her.
That's the thing.
I don't regret taking her to the banquet. I don't regret showing her off. I don't regret letting the galaxy see what they could never have.
But I didn't expect the explosion of attention.
Leona's face is everywhere. The news cycle is relentless, spinning theories faster than I can shut them down.
