The night in France looked a lot like Venturia. The city lights shone like diamonds.

Zach gazed at the view from the eighty-eighth floor, his eyes all icy. He had a cigarette hanging from his lips, and he had to block the wind with his hand to light it.

A puff of smoke drifted away from Zach, and Cecilia Samford moved closer, sounding kinda irritated as she asked, "Zach, I've given in to you twice already. What more do you want? You know you can't be with Madelyn."

Cecilia, just like Madelyn,