HAZEL
The hall buzzed with expensive perfume, polished egos, and forced laughter. They were the kind of crowd that feasted on secrets and loved blood.
Despite that, all I saw was Zephyr the moment I walked in.
I didn’t expect him to be here, for as long as I’ve known him he always sent his personal assistant to represent his company in minor business events such as these, but not this time.
This time he was present and leaning against the bar like he owned the place, dark suit tight around his wonderfully hot frame, and head tilted lazily as his eyes scanned the crowd—only stilling when they landed on me.
The smile that curled his lips was faint—almost invisible, but the accompanying look in his eyes burned through the silk of my dress and down my spine.
I had to force myself to loo
