Then you're not doing a good job as you keep mentioning your Boss," Raya said, her tone sharp, edged with irritation she no longer cared to hide.
She didn't wait for Grigor's response.
She turned and walked straight into the Hart mansion, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor, every step echoing louder than it should.
Only one thought played over and over in her mind, persistent and unsettling.
What has Adrian done this time again?
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The moment Raya crossed the threshold of the Hart mansion, she felt it.
The shift.
The atmosphere inside was different from the last time she had been here. Heavier. Charged. As though the walls themselves were holding their breath, waiting.
The mansion glowed.
Crystal chandeliers reflected warm light across marble floors so polished they mirrored the ceiling above. Floral arrangements lined the hallway, carefully chosen, extravagant, deliberate. White roses. Ivory lilies. Soft gold ribbons.
Wedding preparations.
