|Nieves|
Kairos placed a steady, reassuring hand on my lower back, his touch grounding me as he guided me deeper into the grand ballroom.
“Come,” he murmured, his voice smooth yet firm. “It’s time you meet my allies.”
I swallowed the unease rising in my throat and straightened my posture, willing myself to appear composed. This was important. I had to make a good impression.
The first to approach was a man I recognized instantly—Thorne Briar. He moved with effortless confidence, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit that only enhanced his sharp, striking features. He was alone, but his presence commanded attention. The moment our eyes met, I found myself smiling.
He mirrored my expression, his lips curving as he reached us. “It’s good to see you again, Luna Nieves,” Thorne greeted, ra
