Chapter 3

I turned toward the shadows. Some guy had slipped in—tall, sharp, and absolutely radiating ‘don’t mess with me’ energy.

 

His face? Ridiculously perfect. But right now, he looked like a storm ready to wreck everything.

Silence hit the room like a slap. Then someone whispered, “M-Mr. Felton!”

Boom. Chaos.

Terrance Felton. The Felton family’s top dog. Straight-up Norwick royalty.

One raised eyebrow from him could crash a company. Most of us wouldn’t even breathe the same air as him.