The party was a living, breathing entity, pulsating with a heartbeat that thrummed through the soles of Seraphina's shoes.
The vacation house sat on the hill like a golden crown—glass walls glowing with opulence, a sprawling courtyard where the pool shimmered like a liquid diamond under the moonlight.
It was a world she had only ever glimpsed through the flickering screens of movies, a dreamscape of luxury she never imagined she'd actually walk through.
And now, here she was. Stepping into the fire.
Damoon's car came to a seamless, velvet halt. For a heartbeat, Seraphina remained frozen, her knuckles turning white against the gold clasp of her clutch. The air inside the car felt suddenly thin, heavy with the weight of what awaited outside.
"We are here," Damon whispered, His voice was a low, dangerous vibration.
There was no negotiation in his tone. No room for her nerves to breathe. Just the cold, sharp edge of control.
