The city skyline stretched before Aurora as she stood on the balcony of Logan Mason's penthouse. The cold wind whipped her hair around her face, but she didn't move. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind, and despite the comfort of being away from the danger that once consumed her life, something inside her refused to settle.
She had spent years in the shadows, fighting to survive, evading threats, and taking down powerful men who thought they were untouchable. But now? Now, she was a personal bodyguard to the most famous celebrity in the world. The irony wasn't lost on her.
Behind her, the glass doors slid open. "You're going to catch a cold out here," Logan's voice broke through the silence.
Aurora smirked, her gaze still fixed on the city. "I've been through worse."
Logan stepped beside her, his hands shoved into his pockets. "You don't talk much about your past."
She tilted her head slightly. "Neither do you."
