The night was loud with flashing lights, deep bass, and the buzzing energy of rich people pretending they weren’t miserable. Justice knew how to throw a party, expensive champagne, dancers in gold feathers, and a guest list longer than most people's dreams.
Lucian showed up right on time.
Not because he cared about Justice’s birthday, but because he had a motive.
And that motive had a name: Sylvester.
“You sure this is a good idea?” Damien asked as they walked through the marble entrance. “Because I feel like I’m walking into a trap.”
Lucian didn’t slow down. “You’re walking into a party. Big difference.”
Damien shoved his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, hosted by a man whose fiancé I accidentally slept with.”
Lucian smirked. “Still one of the most entertaining things you’ve ever done.
