The deeper Aurora Sage and Logan Mason stepped into the Black Orchid, the clearer it became that this wasn't an ordinary gathering. The air hummed with tension, the kind born from deals sealed in blood rather than contracts. The chandeliers might have sparkled, the champagne might have flowed, but beneath the glamour was a current of danger that even the silk-draped walls couldn't hide.
Aurora's instincts screamed that the place was a nest, and they had walked right into it. Every eye that tracked them wasn't out of admiration—it was calculation.
Logan, of course, thrived on it. His arrogance was a shield and a weapon. He strode with the confidence of a man untouchable, his hand pressed firmly to the small of Aurora's back as if he owned not just the room, but her too.
