WREN’S POV
The night air was thick with anticipation. From the moment I stepped into the grand ballroom, I felt the unspoken tension and the weight of a hundred curious stares pressing down on me. The room was a masterpiece of gold and silver chandeliers dripping with crystals that cast glittering reflections across the marble floors.
Laughter and murmured conversations filled the space but I barely heard any of it. Because I could feel him all around me, Ronan. We didn’t come together because he had an errand to run so I came here alone.
Even before my gaze found him, my body was attuned to his presence. And when I finally did spot him across the room my breath stuttered in my chest. He was dressed in all black, his suit fitting him too perfectly, his powerful frame impossible to ign
