The chandeliers glowed like frozen fire above the ballroom, scattering light across a sea of tuxedos and glittering gowns. The hum of laughter, clinking glasses, and whispered deals filled the air. On the surface, it was just another charity gala with rich people showing off their money, pretending their greed had a heart.

But for Leo, this was not about champagne or photographs.

He wasn’t here to celebrate. He wasn’t here to charm. He was hunting.

And tonight, his prey had a name: ...