ach Blackburn, his hand outstretched. "Mr. Le! What an honor! I did

of detached amusement. This was the same man who had been screamin

's desperate face and extended hand. It moved past him, scanni

and intense, met hers. The coldness in them thawed,

ightly, a fleeting expression of annoyance that only he would understand.

his public face of indifference snapping back into place. He turn

. She turned to leave, the red silk of her

es, you magni

raphina Vance, her oldest friend, grinned at her, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You

le. "Sera. I should have know

ially. "So, the rumors were true. You're back to raise hell." Her eyes darted towards th

a jolt of heat through Aislinn, an

s supposed to have some kind of arrangement years ago? Now's the perfect ti

"I don't need anyone on m

l in her voice, "my mother left me m

lutch. A text message on the private p

d of the dr

neck. "Who's that? A

aid smoothly, slipping the

ked out of the ballroom. She followed the long, winding driveway o

a low, powerful hum. Blackburn's assistant, Connor Price, saw her approach, immediately

as there, waiting in the dim light. She immediately turned

pulled her across the seat and into his lap. His other hand hit a button, and a

unreadable. A low sound, a soft 'tsk

s all i

g around to glare at him. "You dare to 'tsk' a