Reed's POV
He could feel the weight of their eyes on me.
Lena and Elias were watching me,I knew it.
He had spent years perfecting the art of deception, blending truth with lies so seamlessly that even those closest to him never suspected a thing.
But tonight, the game was shifting.
They were getting too close.
Emilia touched his arm, laughing at something he said, but his mind was elsewhere. He had made the exchange quickly, carefully, there was no way Elias could have seen what really happened.
Right?
His grip on his drink tightened.
If they were onto him, he needed to be smarter, faster.
He had come too far to lose now.
Lena's POV
Lena moved with effortless grace as she approached Reed, her smile perfectly measured.
"Enjoying the gala?" I asked, tilting her head slightly.
Reed smirked, sipping his whiskey. "You know me, Lena. I live for these things."
