Back to the Silvercrest Hotel party night-
The grand ballroom of the Silvercrest Hotel was alive with murmurs of high society. The wealthy and powerful moved in their circles, sipping expensive champagne, exchanging empty pleasantries, and sealing silent deals with nothing more than a handshake.
Davian stood near the bar, watching.
Her.
Grace Blackwood.
The woman who had played him seven months ago.
His gaze trailed her movements as she weaved effortlessly through the crowd, her dark gown hugging her figure in an elegant yet sharp way - like a blade hidden beneath silk. Her eyes were unreadable, her expression poised and indifferent, as if nothing in this room could interest her.
She had ignored him after that little conversation they just had.
But Davian didn't mind at all. He just wanted to introduce himself to her before giving her the big surprise he had prepared for her. His lips curled slightly as his gaze followed her.
