The L'Éclipse restaurant sat on the top floor of the Part-Dieu tower, a massive glass dome offering a 360-degree panoramic view of the glittering Lyon skyline.
Usually, it took six months and a bribe to get a reservation. Tonight, it was completely empty.
Lucian had bought out the entire floor. The Pack had swept the kitchens, the vents, and the service elevators. Jerome stood by the main entrance in a stark black suit, his arms crossed over his chest. Bastian and four other massive Enforcers were stationed in the shadows of the dining room, their glowing blue eyes tracking the rain lashing against the floor-to-ceiling glass.
Elara sat at a candlelit table in the exact center of the room.
She wasn't wearing an evening gown tonight. She had dressed for a corporate war, wearing a raz
