Chapter 51 Smoke Before The Fire

• “Are you sure about this?” Raven muttered, clutching the lapel of Jaxon’s suit jacket as they stepped out of the sleek black car.
• “No,” Jaxon said flatly. “But I’m not giving Caleb the satisfaction of seeing me hide.”
• The charity gala was a glittering spectacle of crystal chandeliers, champagne fountains, and the scent of money so thick you could taste it. But underneath the glitz, there was tension. Jaxon’s security was everywhere, men in tailored suits with earpieces, scanning every corner.