The grand hall of Seraphina’s art firm was buzzing with life, laughter, conversation, and the soft clinking of champagne glasses as many guests moved through wide the space, admiring the pieces she had spent the last year creating and tending to.

It was her night, the one-year anniversary of the firm she had built proudly from scratch and yet, instead of focusing on the celebration, her eyes kept going to him.

Vnox stood near the bar, dressed in a black suit that clung to his broad frame ...