Aria’s POVSamuel stood in the far corner of the lounge, blending into the scene so effortlessly he might have been born into this world of smoke, shadows, and secrets. The dim lighting softened the sharp angles of his face, casting an aura of mystery that fit right in with the room’s quiet elegance
I swallowed, knowing that his warning was valid. As much as I wanted to dismiss his concern, I knew he was right. “Noted. I’ll keep it light if I have to ask anything.”He gave a small nod of approval, and I felt his gaze soften just a bit. “Good. You’ve got a solid intuition, Aria.” Before I could
Aria’s POVI stood frozen, watching the scene spiral out of control. The man’s voice grew louder, filling the room with an anger that seemed to shake the walls. People inside the lounge were gathering around, drawn in by the spectacle, whispering in hushed, urgent tones.“Hey, calm down!” the dealer
Aria’s POVFabian held Jessica’s hand tightly as we slipped through the far side of the lounge, her steps shaky, her face pale. I could feel the tension radiating off her—she was struggling to keep it together, to put on a calm front, but I could see the cracks in her composure. Meanwhile, Victor k
Victor’s POVI watched as Fabian guided Jessica over to a nearby table, his arm still protectively around her shoulders. Jessica looked shaken to her core, her hands trembling as she tried to steady herself. Aria pulled a chair close, her voice soft and comforting as she handed Jessica a glass of ju
Victor’s POVFrom where I was hiding, I saw the guards haul Troy into the room, his face pale and sullen, his hands restrained but still trembling from the scuffle outside. I could feel his desperation radiate from across the room, an instinctive terror that sharpened the longer he stayed in the pre
Aria’s POV"Where’s Victor? Isn’t he the one who told us to stick together?” Jessica’s voice was barely a whisper, her gaze fixed on the bar in front of her as she clutched her glass with trembling hands. She was obviously still on edge, and was now worried that something could have happened to Vict
Aria’s POVA part of me wanted to suggest calling it a night—this entire evening had already veered into a dangerous direction. But just as I was about to voice the thought, Victor appeared, slipping quietly into the lounge. He looked disoriented, his face drawn and serious, and he seemed to pause w