Cassie’s heart pounded as she stared at the invitation in her hands. A gala hosted by none other than Richard Steele. It was a calculated move, a silent challenge. Steele wouldn’t have invited Monroe Industries or anyone associated with it unless he had something planned. And Cassie knew, deep down, that she and Damon had to be there.
“Are you sure about this?” Damon asked, his sharp eyes scanning the gold-embossed envelope. His voice was calm, but Cassie could sense the tension beneath his exterior.
“I don’t see a choice,” she murmured. “Steele wouldn’t do this unless he had a reason. We need to find out what it is.”
Damon exhaled and leaned back against the couch, his fingers drumming against his knee. “Fine. But we go in together. And we leave together.”
Cassie bit her lip. “You don
