TIARA MCKENZIES' POINT OF VIEWThe ballroom had transformed into a battlefield. Smoke clouded the air, mingling with the acrid tang of explosives and the metallic scent of blood. Gunfire erupted in sharp bursts, and the desperate screams of the fleeing guests echoed off the shattered chandeliers. I moved through the chaos with purpose, my pistol raised and steady. Each step was measured, and each breath was calculated. Fear wasn’t an option; hesitation would get me killed. Behind me, Eli followed closely, his breathing heavy but controlled. His tailored suit, once pristine, was now streaked with dirt and blood, though he still managed to carry himself with that unshakable confidence I envied. For someone not used to this kind of chaos—or so I had assumed—he was holding his own remarkably well. What he didn’t know was that the entire auction had been strategically planned by me and my organization to turn this into a battlefield. Eli, unaware of the true nature of our mission, was
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