nual Charity Gala was the biggest event in Sea City's social calendar, a pla

p to the curb. The crowd of papara

iam, ove

n, is the merg

e kind of sharp jawline and brooding eyes that made women forgive him for almost anyt

et. He reached back into t

and took it. Serap

almost identical in style to the one Skye had just ripped apart at home. Seraphina look

gel, Miss Miller!" a

he clung to Liam's arm, her knuckles white. "I'm so nervous,

said, patting her ha

sn't there yet. Good. Maybe she had decide

tage 1950s Bentley, dark green and imposing. It belonged to the Sterling famil

doors sw

tto hit the

topped for a split second, as if the camera

rling st

ck was entirely open, displaying the sharp, elegant line of her spine. Her hair was swept up in

ked straight ahead, her chin tilted up, radiating a cold,

that?" a repo

ngton?" another answe

strobe light storm centered entirely on her. The

jaw actually went slack. He stared at her, unable to reconcile this v

n at Skye's crimson masterpiece. She looked like a flower girl sta

e reporters shouting questions about her "new look." She walked straight up to Liam and Ser

ered from his shock quickly, replacing it with anger.

aze was dismissive, like she was i

led. She turned her eyes t

s. "Mrs. Kensington, I... I just wanted to s

served, her voice flat. "Trying to sa

asped. They leaned in,

g between them. "Apologize.

e leaned in closer to him, her red lips curling into a smirk. "I di

f the Kensington Foundation!"

kye countered. She sidestepped him smoothly. "Move. I'm

whispering against Liam's suit. She left him

king the grand hall, a man sat in a leather armchair. He

Carter leaned over the railing. "Is that the Ste

rp features. He had eyes the color of a stormy sea-grey, turbulent, and intelligent. He was the outcast of the Thor

ike a knife. He saw the way she held her shoulders-

his voice a low rumble that vibrated in hi

felt a gaze on her. A physical weight on the back

ocked with

ction was instant and electric. He rai

heartbeat longer than was polite, acknowled

her ribs. Alistair Thorne. In her past life, he was a myth, a shadow who eventu

is life, she would need a