Nadia POV
The crowd seemed to part for him, or maybe people just knew better than to get in his way when he looked like that. The polite, patient expression he had used for the donor was completely gone. His jaw was set, and his ice-blue eyes were fixed entirely on me.
"What did Nash want?" Cole asked the second he reached me, cutting straight through the noise of the room.
"Nice to see you too, Cole," I said, taking a small sip of my drink. "The event is going great, by the way. Thanks for asking."
"Nadia." He stepped closer, crowding my space just enough that I had to look up.
"What did he say to you?"
"Nothing important. We were just talking about the auction."
"Theo doesn't do small talk about auctions. He doesn't do small talk at all." Cole glanced over his shoulder toward the
