(Evelina's POV—Casino of Shadows—Inside the Lion's Den)
I kept my professional smile perfectly in place—the kind of smile that said, "I'm polite, not harmless."
Theo Vinter's gaze stayed on me… until one of his assistants slipped in behind him and whispered urgently into his ear.
Theo's jaw twitched. His brow creased. His expression soured like someone just told him his favorite target escaped. He exhaled through his nose, annoyed, then smoothed his expression into something charming.
"Miss Hartgrave," he said, smiling like a man who hid knives behind his teeth, "please enjoy the event. I have… something to handle out there."
Something to handle =Murder. Torture. Illegal business. Mafia things. Charming.
I smile politely. "Of course, Mr. Vinter. Don't let me keep you from your… hobbies."
Theo's eyes glimmered with amusement—then he left, surrounded by enough armed men to start a small civil war.
