The gala shimmered with chandeliers, crystal glasses, and the hum of the city’s elite. Ethan’s arm rested securely around Aria’s waist as they entered the grand ballroom.

She wore a sleek black gown that clung to every curve, her hair swept up to reveal the elegant line of her neck. Ethan had chosen the dress himself, and though she’d wanted to resist, she couldn’t deny the heat in his eyes when he looked at her.

“You’ll stay close,” he murmured against her ear, voice smooth but ...