Cassian let the massive doors click shut with smooth finality.
High above the dance floor, the elite in the VIP lounge remained perfectly seated. They were untouchable guests, heavily protected by Cassian's political favour.
Casual slaughter was standard in mafia theatre. However, the unexpected arrival of the Devil's supposed fiancée had given them something fresher, and far more thrilling, to gossip about.
Was she truly important? Or was he merely playing along with the rumour? Cassian Crown was famous for being unreadable. No one ever knew whether he was controlling the board or merely letting others believe they were the ones controlling him. That uncertainty was what made him dangerous.
Cixi forced her numb legs to move. She closed the distance between herself and Cassian.
