Chapter 6

Nox

The right amount of briskness hung in the morning air to add a chill as we stepped from the lobby of Patrick's apartment building onto Fifth Avenue. Since I’d spent last night in a hotel—alone—I hadn’t received my daily weather report from Hudson, the doorman at my building. Undoubtedly, had I been there, he would have greeted me this morning with ‘Good morning, Mr. Demetri. There’s a hint of autumn in the air. Stay warm.’ The thought brought a smile to my face as Charli zipped her jacket before tucking her hand back into mine.

I didn’t want to let her go last night, now, or ever.

When it came to Jo and memories of her death, I found myself helpless, just like I’d been that night. I clung tighter to Charli’s hand.

Lennox Demetri didn’t do helpless. It wasn’t in my DNA. I needed to put this behind me.