POV: Fiona
The black town car pulled through the iron gates of the Jordan estate shortly after 2:00 AM.
The gates groaned shut behind us with a sound like a tomb sealing. I watched them close the side mirror and for the first time in over two years, I didn't feel trapped.
I stepped out into the cool night air, holding the hem of my emerald green gown so it wouldn't drag through the gravel. The fabric was silk and cool against my fingers, but it wasn't the dress that made me feel lighter. It was the air itself. It didn't cling to me the way the air inside this house did.
The UN Global Relief Gala had been a triumph.
I could still feel the energy humming under my skin. Gabriel and I had spent the entire night working the room. We cornered foreign diplomats near the bar, we charmed inv
