The Harrison private dining room was all dark wood and low light. A long table, heavy silver, the kind of quiet that money bought. Alex stood near the entrance with Troy slightly behind him while Silas greeted people by name. Bridget stayed close to Silas, smiling the way she did at every event like this.
Stolas was already there. He stood near the window with a glass in his hand, speaking to an older man Alex didn’t recognize. When his eyes found Alex, he held the look a second longer than politeness required, then turned back to his conversation.
Jules arrived a few minutes later.
She moved through the room like she belonged in it—simple black dress, easy smile, the kind of confidence that came from never having to check the price of anything. Her father was already shaking hands with
