~HUNTER’S POV~
The investigator’s voice was steady as if he wasn’t unraveling a thread that could snap at any second.
“I confirmed it, sir. Celine Davis was at The Royale Lounge about two years ago. She wasn’t on staff—she was just… there. A guest. A party.”
I pressed my thumb against my temple, leaning back in the chair behind my desk. The leather creaked under the shift of my weight. The Royale Lounge.
The place was upscale, but it was still the kind of place that left a film on your skin afterward. A place where people lost their limits.
A place I’d only gone when I didn’t care about mine.
I went there for business. Not pleasure. I told myself that then. I told myself that now.
But no matter how far back I searched in my mind, flipping through nights that blurred togeth
