"Let's go take a look!" Daphne Davenport commanded, turning toward Liam with a sharp, decisive glint in her eyes. Without waiting for a response, she swept out of the restoration lab, her heels clicking a rhythmic, urgent staccato against the polished stone floors.
Lucian Cross lingered for a fraction of a second, casting a long, deeply skeptical look at Liam. He had spent thirty years studying the nuances of historical craftsmanship, and if he couldn't verify the authenticity of an artifact, he found it impossible to believe that this young man—dressed in clothes that wouldn't pass for a waiter’s uniform at the Harbor Grand—could offer any valuable insight. With a dismissive huff, he followed the Davenport Heiress.
By the time they reached the main showroom of the Orion Gallery, a small
