Tatiana’s POV

Charles mansion

Power was a game I knew how to play. I could dress it in silk, lace it with perfume, and serve it on a silver platter.

But Charles… Charles was the kind of man who liked to flip the board entirely, even if it set the whole room on fire.

The city glittered outside Charles’s windows, a thousand tiny lights flickering against the glass.

I sat cross-legged on the velvet chaise, swirling wine in my glass, pretending I was at ease.

In truth, the air felt heavier ...