Kylian
I watched Isabella cross the ballroom toward the powder room, spine straight, composure fully restored, and it occurred to me, not for the first time, that whatever training Solange and Camille had built into her over the last year, none of it had prepared me for how it would feel to watch her use it against the man who'd tried to kill her.
I gave her a few minutes alone before I sought out the one person at this gala I actually needed to speak with.
Lucas Bennett stood near the bar, unremarkable in a room full of people trying very hard to be remarked upon, which was precisely why I trusted him with the parts of my life I couldn't afford to have noticed.
"She held up better than I expected," I said quietly, joining him.
"She held up better than most people twice her experience
