The chandeliers above the gala ballroom seemed to drip with threats as Darius Crowe’s breath brushed my ear like a blade.
"You really think they’ll protect you forever?"
I jerked back against the balcony railing, the cool night air whipping my dress around my legs. The mandatory luxury pack gala had forced everyone into stiff formalwear and fake smiles, but this felt like stepping into a trap. Crystal lights from inside spilled out, casting long shadows across the stone tiles. Darius stood too close, his dark suit sharp as his grin.
"What are you talking about?" I snapped, keeping my voice low. Music and laughter floated from the open doors behind us.
He glanced over his shoulder before leaning in again. "Your father. He didn’t die from some convenient disease like they told you. He
