Elena's P.O.V.
If power had a smell, it would be Dax’s cologne—a rich, earthy, woody scent that lingered in the air long after he passed by. The same scent that was all over me tonight.
I’d seen influence before—Ash’s family had their fair share of sway—but it was nothing like this. Dax didn’t just hold a room; he owned it.
People parted for him like he was some tide no one dared stand against. I kept close to his side, not because I wanted to, but because tonight wasn’t the night to make enemies. Not when this job meant everything.
Rent was due. School fees for my son were looming. My student loans weren’t going to pay for themselves. And with Dax pulling the strings behind my employment, I couldn’t afford to slip.
Not one wrong move.
He was… protective tonight. Posses
