I stepped through the entrance of the business venue, with Eamon Greene trailing slightly behind me. The moment I crossed the threshold, I felt the weight of dozens of eyes turn in my direction. The conversation in the room dimmed momentarily before resuming with renewed intensity—now peppered with hushed whispers and not-so-subtle glances my way.
Seraphina Sterling stood near the center of the room, her crimson dress a stark contrast to her pale skin. When our eyes met, her lips curled into a contemptuous smirk. Beside her, Gideon Blackwood whispered something in her ear, causing her to laugh—a sound that carried across the room like breaking glass.
"Ignore them," Eamon murmured beside me. "Remember why we're here."
I nodded slightly. "I'm not worried about Seraphina or Gideon."
