Chapter 24: Ghost Ship 308  

Felix POV:

I found a quiet stretch of corridor past the ballroom's outer wing. My mask was still on, and my pulse was only just settling.

My mind wouldn't stop going back to him.

I knew his name. I knew how he took his coffee and the low way he laughed when something got past his guard. I knew the shape of his hands.

I didn't know anything real. I didn't know why his men stood like soldiers when he spoke, or why a ship full of criminals and billionaires treated his word like law.

And he belonge