LOGINSylvia's POV"Maybe I should send him to the hospital? Or just buy him some medication for erectile dysfunction..." I said.Jessica's eyes flicked to the side once. Some small movement under the gold loop of her earring made her blink. She pulled herself together and once again put on a slightly for
Sylvia's POVBut the more I watched her, the more it added up. The forced smile. The pointed questions. The earring that looked more like hardware than jewelry.My best friend from college was asking me the exact questions someone would ask if they'd been sent to gather intelligence. The nostalgia,
Sylvia's POVThe room erupted.Women gasped. A few clutched their champagne glasses tighter. One woman in a sequined gown let out a wail so dramatic I almost checked if someone had died.I kept my champagne glass steady and my face neutral, but my pulse was hammering.He had someone. He was getting
Sylvia's POVThe Nightwhisper reception hall glittered. Crystal chandeliers hung from vaulted ceilings. Marble columns lined the entrance. The room smelled like champagne and expensive perfume, and everywhere I looked, I saw power. Alpha leaders in tailored suits. Their Lunas in designer gowns. The
Sylvia's POVThat evening, I changed into a silk nightgown, climbed into bed, and called Azrael."You were incredible," I said the moment he picked up. "The black card, the shawl, the scandal. I was expecting a rescue, not a demolition."Azrael's low laugh came through the speaker. "Disappointed?""
Sylvia's POVAzrael handed his black card to the attendant.His eyes stayed on Leona."This dress is a gift from me to Sylvia. A gesture of sincerity for our partnership." His voice was level, unhurried. "She's the partner I invited to the Nightwhisper reception. Questioning her choices is questioni







