Chapter 4 - VELVET LIES
The masquerade gala at the Copley Plaza was our public debut. Adrian wrapped a heavy diamond necklace around my throat, his breath hot against my ear. "Smile, Elena. If the Falcones think you are trembling out of fear, they will strike." I forced my chin up, gripping his tuxedo-clad arm as we descended the grand staircase into a sea of Boston's most dangerous elite. Every eye turned to the Wolf’s new mate. When the music started, Adrian pulled me onto the dance floor, his hand burning through the thin silk of my crimson gown. For a moment, the mafia, the threats, and the lies faded entirely into the rhythm of his heartbeat against mine.
