Ravenna's POV
The doors opened not onto a hallway, but directly into a penthouse foyer dripping with obscene wealth. Cold marble floors reflected the crystal light of a chandelier the size of a small car, scattering tiny rainbows across the foyer.
One entire wall was floor-to-ceiling glass, showcasing the city's glittering skyline like a conquered kingdom.
Security guards, with their postures rigid, were stationed at every corner and their eyes scanning me with cold, professional disinterest.
Eventually, we got to a hallway filled with uniformed staff and a cluster of well-dressed people standing right in front of a room, waiting.
A woman walked over to greet me. She was an image of elegance personified, a column of black silk with diamonds glittering like frozen tears at
