The room seemed smaller the moment Ivy stepped inside. The polished marble floor reflected the muted amber lights above, stretching shadows long across the walls. It was quiet, too quiet, and that silence had teeth. Three men stood waiting — Rafael, Lucien, and Jaxon — their positions deliberate, angles measured, presence undeniable. Above them, Sebastian Wolfe remained apart, watching, analyzing, weighing.Ivy’s pulse ticked louder than the soft hum of hidden speakers. She was acutely aware of the way each man filled space, how every subtle movement shifted the invisible tension around her. Rafael leaned casually against the edge of the table, sleeves rolled, eyes assessing with a predator’s patience. Lucien’s posture was regal, the kind of elegance that carried authority without effort. Jaxon, ever the sentinel, blocked the only open exit with quiet insistence. And Sebastian — observing, untouchable, the apex of control — his gaze never leaving her.She inhaled slowly, grounding her
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