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A server passes, and Link asks if I would like a drink.

I nod, grateful for something to occupy my hands.

“I’m happy to set up a meeting with Everett Parker,” Link offers. “Worth at least considering. Let him vet you.”

Dorian doesn’t respond.

Into the silence, Altair says, “I’ll be hosting an event at the end of October. I’ll send an invite.” Altair’s gaze slides back to me. “Be sure to bring your wife.”

The way he says it—a command, not a request—makes me once more acutely aware of the world I’ve married into.

I look at Link.

Will he comply with Altair’s wishes?

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Tessa

I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve just been granted a glimpse behind a very dangerous curtain.

Link’s touch is as reassuring as it is possessive. He and Pax have offered their protection, but also I’m now part of this world of shadows and secrets.

I take another sip of champagne, steeling myself for whatever comes next. One thing is certain: life with Link and Pax will never be boring.

“If you’ll excuse us, gentlemen,” Link says.

As we move away, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.

“You did wonderfully.” Link strokes my spine, but I don’t relax. “Little dove?” he asks.

“Are you…?”

He considers me.

“I mean…”

I’m flustered, blushing, but he waits.

“Will you want to attend his club?”

“Absolutely.”

My legs don’t want to support me.

“We’ll do everything to ensure your comfort. But you will be with us on our next visit.”

His expression is implacable, his words flat, a proclamation that doesn’t allow for arguing.

I look to Pax, and he doesn’t contradict Link.

Why didn’t I know this before we were married? Before it was too late?

What seems like an hour later, Nora checks in with us to let us know it’s time to be seated for dinner. Since my feet have started to hurt and a smile seems to be frozen in place, I’m grateful.

“Have Jax make the announcement.”

Once everyone has found their chairs, the three of us enter the ballroom.

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