The city was a glittering labyrinth of neon and malice, but for Bella and Ethan, it was a playground.
The Phoenix Collective wasn't just a dance company; it was a front, a perfectly curated layer of high-society influence that allowed them to move through the world of the elite like ghosts. Tonight, they were at an underground art auction in the city’s industrial district, a place where the air tasted of ozone and expensive secrets.
Bella looked ethereal in a sleek, emerald-green jumpsuit that emphasized her lean, dancer’s physique. She moved with a calculated precision, every step a deliberate choice. Beside her, Ethan looked less like an Alpha of a rival pack and more like a high-stakes bodyguard—a shadow that never moved more than a few inches from her side.
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