Dean Dawson and Tyler Wood put on their human masks and walked at the back.
And leading them was a man Aurora Blaine couldn't be more familiar with…
He was dressed in a tailor-made black suit, with no tie or bowtie. A button of his white shirt was undone, giving him an air that was neither casual nor lacking restraint, exuding a beguiling charm.
The man's features were sharp and deep, radiating coldness. His brows and eyes beneath black hair conveyed a hint of arrogance. As he looked around, it seemed he regarded no one. His long strides brought a palpable sense of pressure to everyone present.
Aurora Blaine had been lazily leaning against the back of her chair. Upon seeing the newcomer, her eyes brightened immediately and she straightened up.
The curve at the corners of her mouth lifted, showing clear delight.
Damn, why didn't this guy give me a heads up he was coming?
No wonder Dean Dawson and Tyler Wood took so long to arrive; they were waiting for Miles Ellison.
