The thought of spending an evening with the Moreaus was daunting enough, but the prospect of enduring Alexandra Moreau's company made it almost unbearable. Alexandra, the quintessential daddy's girl, had been groomed from birth to assume the role of Luna. Her father, a staunch ally of Ethan's own had long envisioned their union as a strategic consolidation of power. But to Ethan, Alexandra was insufferable. He could not stand her. Not her voice. Not her laughter. Not her perfume. Not even her breath. And especially not the way she said his name
He needed a distraction. Something to cut through the noise in his head, to slow the chaos that is building. And there was only one person he could call. He pulled out his phone and dialed her number. It rang twice.
"Busy," Riley snapped bef
