Gaara cast a dull glance around the room. The party he was attending offered nothing remotely interesting. Same music, same drinks, same shallow conversations, and the same cheap women trying too hard to be noticed. It was the kind of monotonous scene that made his mind drift elsewhere.
Beside him, Grace sat in silence, her expression just as distant as his. She didn’t seem to enjoy the atmosphere either, which made Gaara wonder again what had truly motivated her to approach him that afternoon. He hadn’t had a real reason to refuse her, so he’d simply agreed to accompany her. It was easier than making up excuses.
Still, part of his mind was occupied by unfinished business with Vinson. He suspected the man might be here, considering Elise Northway, the hostess of the party, was known for
