Sylvia arrived on the arm of her escort, her gown shimmering under the lights.
The moment Winn spotted her, his expression curdled. Rage blazed in his storm-gray eyes, veins standing out on his neck as he shot to his feet. He moved with lethal precision. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
"I came to celebrate with you."
"I told you—"
"Mr. Kane, it's quite alright." The woman beside Sylvia interjected smoothly, stepping into the space. "That's why she brought me along."
She was stunning. Her dress was modest, hugging just enough to tease while concealing enough to command curiosity. Thin lips curved in a secretive smile, and her deep, bottomless eyes fixed on Winn.
"Who are you?" Winn's gaze swept the unfamiliar woman.
"My name is Sharona. Sharona Priestley." She offered him a small smile but didn't offer a hand. "And I am Sylvia's sober companion tonight. Trust me, she won't be having a drop of alcohol tonight."
