The main hall hummed with chatter as Natalia and I rejoined the gala separately. She moved to her social circle, though I caught the lingering flush on her cheeks and the slight adjustment of her dress.
"I saw what you did to Julian," a voice said beside me. "Poetic justice."
I turned to find Leo Jett, glass raised in a subtle salute. I nodded acknowledgment but kept moving. The twins watched from across the room, their identical faces framing identical expressions of interest. I'd become the most fascinating toy in the playroom.
But I had bigger prey in mind.
Celeste Vance.
She stood alone, a silver-haired vision in white and pale blue. Unlike the hungry socialites devouring the room with their eyes, she observed with detachment, like a scientist studying specimens through glass.
Perfect. A strategist without a problem to solve is just itching for something to analyze. I'll be that something.
