—Alec’s POV—

The night of the Fort-Nite Ball was forever engraved in my heart, a memory I couldn’t forget.

Six years ago, I stepped out of the limousine, ignoring the clicks of cameras in the distance. Another charity ball in my honor. Another evening spent entertaining shallow conversations and fake smiles.

The only thing on my mind was surviving the evening.

My phone buzzed in my hand. The caller ID flashed: my secretary, Ms. Janice.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Sir, the Falcon ...