"That must be the first time you have acknowledged yourself as a Yang," Cedrick remarked.
Lina said nothing. As expected, the wind was much colder eighty-six floors in the air. She was surprised no one tried to jump off the glass observatory that looked at the entire city of Ritan. All, but a single skyscraper in the heart of the city. It rose high in the sky, but couldn't touch the heavens, for it was crafted from sin.
DeHaven Conglomerate.
"I know you despise our clan name," Cedrick said in a low, understanding voice.
Lina almost thought he was a therapist. This man had a way with words. A manipulative narcissist, if you will. She continued to stare at the view, realizing why no one had tried to scale the observatory. The glass wall was higher than anyone could climb. But there was no rooftop. Just a crystal clear fence that felt like a cage.
