Dinner was served under the golden glow of chandeliers, the scent of the sea mixing with expensive wine.
The Duke of Ashford stood, raising his glass.
"To new blood," he said, smirking. "To those brave enough to challenge us."
There was amusement in his voice.
As if he already knew how this night would end.
Vincent met his gaze, unfazed.
"I'll drink to that," he said, raising his own glass.
Anastasia smiled, sipping her wine.
She could already taste the poison.
It had begun.