Ethan stepped through the towering gates of the Hayes estate, flanked by Nate and Sasha on either side. The two looked like they were walking into a lion's den. Their eyes darted around the grand hall, taking in the intimidating figures gathered around — some of the most powerful individuals in the country.
"This place…" Nate whispered, tugging at Ethan's sleeve, "You sure we're not trespassing into some mafia syndicate hideout?"
Sasha elbowed him, equally nervous. "Forget mafia. I think we just walked into a den of devils. Why are Carter and Marclaire family heads here?!"
She wasn't wrong.
Seated with graceful yet dangerous auras were Carter Hayes, the living legend with cold eyes that could make military generals sweat, and Alistair Marclaire, a man known for smiling while crushing his enemies' empires overnight.
Their presence alone would be enough to make anyone freeze.
