The flashbulbs were a dizzying strobe light against the dark Boston pavement, turning the night into a series of jagged, high-contrast frames. Killian stepped out first, the embodiment of power, and reached back to guide Raya out of the limousine. The moment her emerald silk hit the light, the shouting reached a fever pitch.
"Mr. Blackwood! Over here!"
"Killian, who is she? Give us a name!"
"Is this the woman from the New York scandal? Are you having an affair?"
The questions were pointed and invasive, but Killian’s face remained a mask of cool, aristocratic indifference. He didn't dignify a single shout with a glance. He simply felt Raya’s hand encircle his arm and tucked her closer to his side, his stride long and confident as he shielded her with his frame. He wasn't just walking he
