Daisy's pov
The moment we stepped through those doors, I understood why Khai had told me to breathe.
Every head in the room turned, not one by one, all at once, like someone had pulled a string attached to every neck in the ballroom simultaneously.
Cameras flickered from the press section near the entrance and the light caught the beading on my dress and I kept my chin up and my hand in Khai's and reminded myself that I had walked into board meetings at twenty-two years old and faced down men twice my age who had wanted to see me fail.
This was just a room full of people.
Very powerful, supernatural people who could probably hear my heartbeat from across the hall, but still Khai didn't let go of my hands even for a second.
We were taken to a VIP table set apart from the others, clos
