Daniel’s POV

The Grand Ballroom of the Celestial Hotel glitters with the kind of wealth that pretends to care about charity. Crystal chandeliers, champagne towers, women in expensive dresses. I stand near the bar with Lydia on my arm, and I should feel triumphant.

This is everything I’m supposed to want. Success. Power. A beautiful woman who understands my world and fits into it perfectly.

So why does everything feel hollow?

“Daniel.” Lydia touches my arm, her smile ...