JULIAN ST. CLAIR’S POV.
We stood at the balcony, our eyes locked in a piercing stare, the wind whipping around us and amplifying the tension. I watched as her expression transformed from one of curious intrigue to utter shock, her eyes widening in surprise as if she had stumbled upon a long-hidden secret. The city lights twinkled below us, but our focus was solely on each other, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.
“What the f**k did you just say to me?!” Ember Wellesley asked, her voice piercing the night air, while she gazes at me with venom in her eyes, almost as terrifying as Vivianne’s.
“Calm yourself, I didn’t mean no harm with that” I explained. “I’m only trying to let you know that I’ve been a fan of you and your work…”
“How on earth would you know that ty
