The room even had a fireplace. Someone must have known we were coming up, because it was already lit. I wondered if the upper floors had their own concierge, or if they just lit all of them at the same time every night.
After looking around at a real-wood desk, along with a full living room set of sofa, end tables and chairs, as well as the discreet kitchen with a marble counter covered in a massive fruit basket and what looked like several bottles of red wine, I ended up in front of the long window to the balcony. I tried to relax, to just flow with all of this as I looked down at the city lights, focusing longest on the dark swath of park through the middle. As I stood there, I realized I was exhausted, nearly swaying on my feet. I knew it was late, but figured it must be the come-down from adrenaline and the drugs and whatever else, too.
Either way, I could tell my brain wasn't working all that well.
I mostly just wanted to curl up on that sofa and sleep. Weirdly, I kind of wanted to do it with this guy, not with Jaden...but maybe that wasn't all that weird, really. He'd just saved my life. Maybe I was having a delayed reaction to that, too.
I was still standing there when he walked up to my side, handing me a glass. I don't know what I expected, but found myself grateful it was water when I brought it to my lips.
Downing the whole thing in one go, I handed it back to him, silently asking for another. I watched him walk back to the kitchen to refill the glass, extracting a full-sized bottle of mineral water out of a minibar the size of a regular kitchen refrigerator.
He poured another glass for himself while I watched.
After walking back and handing the first glass to me, he downed his own, then scrubbed his fingers through his hair. I found myself still watching him for some reason, almost unable to tear my eyes away. If he really was a seer, he was the first one I'd ever spent any time with...or talked to at all really, other than running into that woman on the street.
Looking at him now, I found myself believing he was a seer, too.
After making a meandering circuit of the room, he sat on the couch, facing the glassed-in fireplace. He paused only to take off his jacket and fold it over the back of a chair before he lowered his weight with a sigh. He looked and sounded as tired as I felt.