The crystal stemware caught the fragmented light of the Sophia Hotel’s grand dining room as Sienna Flynn raised her glass. Across the table, Kate Hall and Dylan Walls exchanged a fleeting, jagged look of triumph—a silent conversation of predators who believed their prey was already in the trap.
"To our first meeting, Miss Flynn! And to a future filled with... unexpected pleasures," Dylan said, his voice dropping an octave as he struggled to maintain a veneer of gentlemanly decorum. His eyes, however, betrayed an oily excitement that made Dominic Mylod’s skin crawl.
Dominic leaned back, his eyes narrowing into thin, dangerous slits. He offered a ghost of a smile, cold and knowing. Enjoy your toast, he thought. Before the night is through, you’ll learn the true cost of crossing the Lord of
