Deadly Game
The elevator dinged, opening directly into the expansive, ultra-luxurious living room.
Everything looked exactly the same as it had a few hours ago. The marble kitchen island where he had kissed me, the plush leather sofa where I had waited for him, the panoramic glass walls showing the glittering, indifferent city below. But the warmth was gone. It felt less like a home and more like a high-tech mausoleum.
Marcus stepped out behind me, pulling a heavy metallic keycard from his suit pocket—a master override card I had never seen before. He walked over to the main control panel near the elevator.