The Mistress
“You must be the legendary Zander Blackwood. I was just telling your wife how much I admire her vision.”
“Is that so?” Zander’s eyes narrowed, scanning Julian with the precision of a predator. “I don’t believe we’ve met, Mr…?”
“Julian. Just Julian,” he replied, refusing to give his last name this time. He gave me a final, knowing nod. “I’ll see you around the circuit, Victoria. Don’t let the sharks dull your colors.”
As Julian walked away, blending perfectly into the crowd, Zander didn’t relax. His grip on my waist tightened.