Aurora Ballroom, Manhattan.
The city’s elite filled the room.
Champagne. Cigars. Power disguised as elegance.
Lucian stood on stage.
Smiling.
Confident.
Alive.
Beside him: Victor Sinclair.
“Tonight,” Lucian began, “Moreau and Sinclair officially—”
The doors opened.
I walked in.
Black dress.
Emerald earrings from my mother.
Adriano on my left.
Rafael on my right.
Silence fell instantly.
Because two of the most powerful families in the East Coast—
rarely stood together.
Never like this.
Lucian’s glass shattered.
He froze.
“…Sera?”
I walked forward.
Step by step.
Calm.
Controlled.
Unstoppable.
“Lucian,” I said softly. “Long time no see.”
“What are you doing here?” he whispered.
“I came to give you something,” I replied.
I snapped my fingers.
A screen lit up.
Fi
