Chapter 12
I knew Serena Voss was coming before she even showed up.
She came through the main doors of the Ardent Club at a normal pace, two friends beside her, and had a glass of champagne in her hand within thirty seconds. She moved through the room like she belonged there, socially, she probably did.
Three years of digging into Adrian’s world had given me a thick file about her. A model turned creative director. Silverton’s favorite face in magazines for two straight years. She had been his most serious relationship. Eight months together, and from everything I read, the breakup left marks.
Knowing her on paper was easy.
Seeing her in the same room was something else.
She arrived forty minutes after us. The timing felt planned and deliberate. Not too early, not too late. She wor
