Vol 2 : The Sweet Poison
The air shimmered with golden light. Strings of fairy lamps draped across the grand ballroom, their glow mirrored in a thousand crystal reflections. The air smelled faintly of roses and champagne — luxury in every breath.
Elena had never felt more out of place. Dressed in a silver gown Damian had sent her that morning, she felt like she was walking into a dream she didn’t entirely belong to. The fabric hugged her shape perfectly, too perfectly — as though he had known her measurements before she’d even given them.
Her eyes wandered, searching for him. Damian Blackwell — the man who had upended her life in a matter of weeks. The man whose charm had become both her comfort and her confusion. He wasn’t anywhere in sight, though everyone in the room seemed to expect
