At Silvers Club,
The Silvers Club reverberated with music and heat, walls glittering with neon and polished chrome. Rich kids sprawled in booths with their admirers, while others danced too close on the crowded floor. Smoke, perfume, and expensive liquor filled the air.
Alaric cut through the noise like a blade. His overcoat fell heavy against his frame, his stride steady, unhurried, yet commanding enough that people instinctively parted ways for him.
His expression was colder than the ice when his gaze swept the hall, before locking onto the man at the far end. Leo Silvers, issuing orders to his men near the bar.
The manager leaned in and whispered in Leo's ear. "Alaric Lancaster has arrived."
Leo straightened instantly, plastering on a smile, already calculating. He knew what Alaric's presence meant. Trouble, opportunity, or both.
"Ric... long time," Leo drawled as he extended his hand.
Alaric's eyes didn't even flicker to his hand when he walked past him without a word.
