(Evelina's POV—Night of the Casino Event, Arrival)
The city glittered like sin wrapped in diamonds.
The car slowed to a stop before the entrance of Theo Vinter's newest empire—Casino One—a towering monument of glass, gold, and danger. Light poured from it like a beacon luring moths to the flame.
Perfect place for someone to die. Perfect place for someone like me to live.
The valet opened the door.
A thousand flashes erupted—paparazzi, investors, and media—all hungry for a glimpse of the monsters walking in gowns and tuxedos.
I stepped out first.
Red dress trailing behind me like spilled blood. Shoulders bare. Chin high. Eyes cold. The crowd paused—not gasping, not cheering—stopping. Like a predator had entered the arena.
Then Rowan stepped out behind me.
Black suit.
Unbothered face.
A body built for violence.
Rowan walked behind me—and then—
CLICK!!!SHUTTER!!!FLASH-FLASH-FLASH!!!!!
