INTO THE LIGHT
The gala dress hung in my closet like a challenge.
Crimson silk. Backless. The kind of thing designed to make statements and stop hearts. I’d worn armor disguised as elegance before, but this felt different.
This felt like painting a target on my spine.
“Second thoughts?” Dante appeared in the doorway. Already dressed. Black tux that fit like a second skin. Hair still slightly damp from the shower.
He looked devastating. Dangerous. Every inch the billionaire king the world expected.
“Third. Maybe fourth.” I touched the fabric. Cool against my fingertips. “Feels reckless. Walking into a room full of people when Vincent could have assassins anywhere.”
“He could.” Dante moved closer. “But Ghost will have twenty operatives positioned throughout the venue. Marco’s running
