They brought us to an apartment Ravić owned in the city.
It was far enough from the Palace to vanish, but close enough to his penthouse that he could reach us in minutes. I hadn't known he had more than one place here. That alone told me that this apartment was meant to stay hidden, or they wouldn't have taken us here, otherwise.
It was smaller than I expected, but luxury still clung to every surface. An open kitchen flowed into the living room, floor-to-ceiling windows wrapping the space with views of the city. The sun was sinking, making the glass tinted orange, the automatic shades still hung low.
