~Lyra~
According to the address, Kael was in an uptown club. Even before I got close, the music—heavy bass, chaotic beats, hit me.
Outside, half-naked bodies swarmed around a sprawling pool. Bikinis, swim trunks, champagne bottles popping.
A guy in floral swim trunks lowered his sunglasses and looked me over with a slow, appreciative smirk. “Damn. Classy little number. Who brought you? Want me to find you a bikini?”
My gaze turned arctic. “I’m looking for Prince Kael.”
The smirk vanished. He leaned in fast, whispering to the guy beside him. “Go ask Darius.”
That was the power of Kael. His name along can make people nervous.
Moments later, Darius emerged from a side hallway, shirtless, a towel slung over one shoulder. He looked surprised. “Princess. Didn’t expect to see you here.”
