Chapter 317 – Cold
She reached for her lipstick again, checking her reflection. Perfect.
A voice crackled from the intercom as they stopped in front of the gate.
"Who is this?"
The driver stepped out and bowed slightly toward the speaker. "Miss Ninevyn. She's here for Mr. Vaelthorn's invitation."
There was a beat of silence.
Then—
-Click!
The gates parted without further commentary.
They were in.
The car crept up the smooth stone driveway, past a sculpture garden and an actual koi fountain that was either extremely enchanted or had the most emotionally stable fish she'd ever seen.
The mansion came into view—tall, modern, absurdly elegant.
She stepped out of the car and the night kissed her skin with the soft, perfumed breeze of rich gardens and even richer spells.
Lights glowed behind the tall windows. Shadows moved. Voices. Laughter. A party—but not the loud, chaotic kind.
This was private. Controlled. Dangerous.
Just like him.
