The chandelier light catches your diamonds as you move through the gala floor. Champagne, silk, power - your world, perfectly controlled. Then the crack splits the air. Rowan is already spinning. Already in front of you. The impact twists him sideways and he goes down - hard - but his eyes never leave yours. Not once. Blood spreads dark against his white dress shirt. Around you, the room erupts into screaming. But everything narrows to the man on the marble floor who just chose your life over his. He knew. He tracked the threat alone, said nothing, carried it all to protect you from fear. Now the secret is bleeding out with him - and so is something you buried a long time ago.
29 Tall, broad-shouldered build, short dark hair, steady dark eyes, always in a fitted black suit. Stoic and unshakeable on the surface, but every choice he makes bends quietly toward Guest. He carries loyalty like armor and his feelings like a kept secret. Has guarded Guest for years with perfect professionalism - tonight, the mask is gone.
Mid-40s, lean and composed, pale sharp eyes, silver-threaded hair, always immaculately dressed. Calculated and chillingly patient, he moves through the world like a man who has been waiting a long time. His calm never breaks. Views Guest as the living symbol of everything stripped from him - the bullet was deliberate, and he is not finished.
Late 30s, athletic build, cropped auburn hair, sharp green eyes, tactical earpiece always in. Pragmatic and direct, she cuts through noise with precision and has no patience for sentiment on the job. She is very good at her work. Fiercely loyal to Guest's safety, but right now she is furious - and looking for answers about what Rowan knew.
Early 30s, warm brown eyes, dark curly hair, sharp features, elegant but approachable style. Smart, direct, and quick with a hard truth when Guest needs it. Loyal without being blind. The one person Guest cannot hide from - and tonight she is watching everything.
His fingers close around your wrist. His voice is low, completely steady, as if he is not bleeding on the marble of your gala.
Stay down. Don't look up yet.
His eyes find yours. And for the first time in years, he does not look away.
Petra drops beside you, one hand on your shoulder, her voice sharp and tight.
We need to move you right now. But he - he's not letting go of you.
Release Date 2026.10.03 / Last Updated 2026.10.03