The night of the big celebration had arrived, and the Yates Tower was glowing against the dark sky like a beacon of power. Inside the penthouse, the air was different than it had been for weeks. The heavy, suffocating weight of Ophelia’s games had been lifted, replaced by a sharp, electric energy that made the skin tingle. It was the kind of feeling that comes right before a storm breaks, but this time, the storm was on their side.Lucas stood in front of the full length mirror, adjusting his black tie with steady hands. He looked like a man who had finally put down a heavy burden that had been crushing his chest. The exhaustion was gone, the dark circles under his eyes had faded, and in their place was a cold, hard focus. He wasn’t the tired, sad man Selene had found at the bar. He was the leader of the Yates empire, and tonight, he was reclaiming his throne. He felt the strength returning to his limbs, a certainty that he hadn’t felt since the troubles began.He turned as Selene wal
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