Elle's POV
The early morning light filtered through the penthouse windows, casting long, golden shadows across the room. Sleep had been elusive, my mind replaying the events of the night, every word, and every glance. Mason had warned me that the game would get more dangerous, but that didn’t matter anymore. I was ready for it.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I smoothed the fabric of my emerald dress. It had felt like armor last night, a signal that I was stepping into a new role. But today, I needed something different. Something that spoke of power, but not the kind you could see.
Mason had already dropped me off at my penthouse last night. Like a gentleman that he is, he came all the way up to my door to make sure I was doing ok.I invited him for coffee and that he could
