The grand ballroom shimmered under crystal chandeliers, their light scattering across the gilded walls in a cascade of gold and silver. Music spilled from the orchestra, rich and commanding, weaving through the chatter of the city’s most dangerous and influential families. Masks glimmered on porcelain faces, hiding intentions and secrets alike.
Adriana stepped into the room, her gown a flowing cascade of midnight blue silk that brushed the marble floor. Her mask covered only half her face, leaving her eyes free to scan the room. She moved carefully, every step deliberate, every breath measured. She had survived fire, betrayal, and shadows — but this night felt like another battlefield.
She spotted Damian across the room. He was a vision of controlled power, the black mask emphasizing the
