Adeline's POV

The Gravano mansion looked different at night. It was imposing, with its Gothic architecture and sprawling grounds lit by strategic spotlights. I'd lived here for months now, but arriving for formal dinner still made my stomach tight with tension.

"Relax," Kayden said, his hand warm on my lower back as we walked to the entrance. "It's just dinner."

"With your father. Who always has an agenda."

"Fair point."

The front door opened before we could knock. One of Russio's staff ...