Hunter Bailey—the man known to the underworld as Master Nash—narrowed his eyes at the two women blocking his path. His gaze was dismissive, as if he were looking at a pair of decorative statues rather than lethal sentinels. He adjusted the collar of his pristine white suit, his voice dropping into a chilling, low register.
"Get out of the way," he commanded.
Silver Ring’s expression remained a mask of frozen iron. Beneath her tailored suit, her inner force began to circulate, a cold current of energy ready to burst. "Who do you think you are? Do you have any idea whose peace you are disturbing? This is a day of union. Leave now, or suffer the consequences."
Hunter let out a sharp, mocking bark of laughter. "Disturbing the peace? Darling, I’m here to provide the entertainment. I’m lookin
