Rain lashed against the reinforced glass of Kaelen’s high-rise apartment, distorting the neon glow of the city below into a blur of smeared colors. The space was stark, minimalist, and deeply masculine—dark leather, polished concrete, and walls lined with encrypted servers and locked gun safes. It w

The flashbulbs erupted like a localized lightning storm the moment the limousine door opened.

Rain had slicked the pavement outside the Grand Ballroom of the Pierre Hotel, reflecting the chaotic strobes of the paparazzi who were crushed against the velvet ropes. Seraphina Vance sat in the leather

The silence in the Grand Ballroom was profound. It was the kind of absolute, breathless quiet that only occurs when a room full of powerful people realizes they are trapped in the center of a blast radius.

Seraphina Vance descended the carpeted stairs with a slow, measured grace. The clicking of h