Vorian POV
“Hey boss, did you see the party invitation?” Varek called out from across the kitchen table.
“Invitation?” I asked, puzzled. I didn’t recall anything about an invitation. Mid-bite into a sausage link, I glanced over as Varek slid a sleek blue-and-silver card across the table.
Picking it up, I read aloud, “We are pleased to announce the engagement of Councilman Eames Rourke and Miss Nerezza Delaney.”
Beneath it, the usual party details were neatly printed. Well, damn. How many wives was this now? Eames Rourke silver fox and serial bachelor. The man had charm and political immunity. Lucky bastard.
I shook my head and set the card back down, chasing the bite with a sip of my orange juice. Not my favorite drink, but tolerable with breakfast. “Guess I’ll need to get them an eng
