Fiore walked into the dimly lit room where Reginald was waiting, his presence filling the space like an oppressive shadow. His smile was all wrong—too sharp, too pleased. She didn’t trust it. She didn’t trust him.
“I have agreed to Alexander’s request,” he began, his voice smooth as silk but carrying the weight of something far darker. Fiore kept her face neutral, but inside, her thoughts raced. What’s he planning? What game is he playing now?
“Your sister has asked for your presence at her upcoming wedding,” he added casually, as though this was the most ordinary thing in the world. Fiore’s breath hitched slightly at the mention of Demeter. The thought of seeing her sister, of leaving this place even for a short while, brought an unexpected wave of relief. She hadn’t realized how much s
