When the chimes echoed through the grand stone arches of The Vault, signaling the commencement of the formal ceremony, the sea of tailored tuxedos and designer gowns began to flow toward the designated banquet tables.
As they walked, Severine's gaze swept across the multi-tiered amphitheater.
It didn't take her long to spot Victor. Standing right beside him, like a loyal son waiting for a command, was Austin.
It wasn't surprising in the least. After Severine had flatly denied Victor's invitation, Victor had brought out his secondary asset.
Austin was his golden child, always gentle and caring. The same gentle child was hell-bent on forcing Victor out of his current position.
When Victor gave her a small nod, she nodded back, ignoring how Austin's striking blue eyes narrowed at her, flashing with a raw, unadulterated hostility that bordered on the feral.
