SASKIA POVThe bass didn’t just play through the speakers; it vibrated right through the soles of my heels, thumping against my ribs like a warning. The air inside The Vault tasted like expensive gin, smoky tobacco, and heavy perfume. It was suffocating, but it was exactly what I needed.I adjusted the silver, velvet-trimmed mask over my eyes. It felt heavy, but it was my armor tonight. For the past twenty-one years, I had been Saskia Beaumont—the perfect daughter, the quiet heiress, the girl who smiled for the cameras while her stepmother slowly drained her spirit. Tonight, I was no one. Just a girl celebrating her birthday in a room full of beautiful, faceless strangers."Another one," I said, sliding my empty glass across the marble bar.The bartender didn’t ask questions. He just poured the amber liquid and pushed it back to me."You're drinking fast for someone who keeps looking at the exit," a deep, quiet voice murmured from my left.I froze, my fingers wrapping around the cold
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