It was Christmas Eve and I stiller around the empty house all alone.
Liam had gone back to Eldurk and the whole house belonged to me. It felt so big that I felt so small in it and lonely.
A knock came on the door and I went to open it. It was one of Dean's men. "Ma'am, you have a package from the Boss," the guard announced, his voice barely a ripple in the quiet hallway.
"Thank you," I replied, taking the box.
It was heavier than I expected, a silent promise of extravagance. Inside, the invitation card sat atop a nest of tissue paper: *Summerville’s Elite New Year’s Eve Gala*.
A slow smile spread across my face. I knew of the party, a whispered legend, the exclusive domain of the city's untouchables.
Now, suddenly, I was on the precipice. Dean and Ethan – their worlds, their influen
