And out stepped him, draped in a custom midnight-black suit that shimmered like liquid starlight. His mere presence made the Golden-Eye itself feel like it had been built in his honor—Kieran Maddox.
Liam couldn't believe his eyes. For a moment, he genuinely thought his mind was playing tricks on him. Was that really Kieran? The same Kieran he'd spent weeks trying to forget, the one who haunted the corners of his memories like a shadow that refused to fade?
He always knew, deep down, that their paths would cross again someday. Life had a cruel sense of humor like that. But even in his wildest imaginings, he never would have guessed it would happen here—of all places—in the glimmering, vice-laced heart of a casino, where the air was thick with smoke, money, and secrets.
