Amara's POV

With Dorian's hand on my arm, we moved through the room, a whirlwind of smiles and introductions.

The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the clinking of glasses was a constant hum in the background. My mind was a steel trap and I was on full alert, every sense heightened. We made our way through a group of renowned politicians, company owners and doctors, our conversation a carefully choreographed dance of wit and charm.

"Amara, you remember Senator ...