Percival Covington's presence filled the room like a sudden drop in temperature. Everyone fell silent, staring at the imposing figure in the doorway. Lyra felt her heart hammer against her ribs as his piercing gaze locked with hers across the room.
But before either of them could speak, the moment was shattered by the banquet hall's side door swinging open.
A man in dusty work clothes stepped in, looking completely out of place among the formal attire of the reunion attendees. Despite the mud splattered across his jeans and the worn flannel shirt, his rugged handsomeness drew every eye in the room.
"Excuse me," he said, his deep voice carrying clearly. "I'm looking for Lyra Moreau?"
Isabelle Sinclair's predatory gaze immediately shifted from Percival to the newcomer. Her eyes widened with malicious delight as she put together the pieces of an opportunity too perfect to ignore.
