RADIEL.
I had only planned to stop by for a few minutes.
I had an event to attend in less than two hours—a charity dinner filled with men who walked the corridorsof affluence. I had planned on attending alone, but then I changed my mind. I needed Elyra to come with me. She had the poise for it, the quiet elegance that made people curious without trying too hard. So I thought I would pick her up myself.
That was it.
But the moment I stepped into the studio and saw the scene unfolding right in front of me, every plan I had vanished.
Another woman had just slapped her while she stood still, shock in her eyes.
For a second, I froze. Then something inside me snapped.
“What the hell…” I muttered, already striding forward.
By the time she raised her hand to deliver a second slap, I gripp
