Chapter 6 - Dawn Over the Callaway
The winter storm had finally cleared, leaving the city washed in brilliant, crisp morning sunlight.
From the penthouse balcony, the view stretched out across the skyline for miles. The streets below were bustling with life, clean and orderly, but for the first time, Donovan didn't look down at them with the cold detachment of a man managing assets.
He felt the gentle tug of a small hand wrapping around his fingers.
He looked down. Mave stood beside him on the balcony, wrapped in a heavy wool coat that was slightly too big for her, holding Gerald Too in her other hand.
"Look," she whispered, pointing a small finger toward the golden brass crest above the revolving doors far below, catching the morning light and scattering it across the avenue. "It says our name."
Donovan smiled—a real, unreserved smile that reached his eyes, erasing the hard lines of a past he had finally put to rest.
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He scooped her up into his arms, lifting her high so she could see the entire city spread out before them like a kingdom waiting to be explored.
"Yeah, Mave," Donovan said, his voice ringing with a warmth that would never fade again. "It sure does. And nobody is ever going to take it away."
