Amara’s POV
If the previous weeks were a skirmish, tonight was the full-scale invasion.
The formal dining room was lit by a chandelier that looked like a frozen explosion of diamonds. The table was a long, obsidian slab, set for twelve. This wasn't just "family"; it was the inner circle of the Wolfe empire—the cousins who managed the European shipping lanes, the uncles who sat on the banking boards, and, of course, the twin architects of my misery: Eleanor and Serena.
I stood at the top of the stairs, smoothing the skirts of the emerald gown. It was the only thing I had that felt like me, yet tonight it felt like a target painted on my back.
"Don't look like you’re going to a funeral," a voice rumbled behind me.
I turned to see Adrian. He was adjusting his cufflinks, his expression un
