Katelyn’s POV

The ballroom had never felt colder, not even during my most anxious moments.

All around, the rich and powerful of the city lingered at the edges, eyes darting between my father, Marcus, and me, eager to witness how this would end.

My father stepped forward to address the crowd. When my father Jimson spoke, his voice was clear, deep, and left no room for argument. His presence was impossible to ignore. He looked straight at Marcus, his expression grave. He was deeply pained ...