Chapter 47 A Forced Decision

• The guests had mostly gone, the grand hall now quiet except for the soft strains of classical music still playing from hidden speakers. Lily stood near the grand staircase, clutching her evening bag tightly. She had done what she needed to do—mingled, smiled, and carefully navigated Dimitry’s web of questions. Now, all she wanted was to leave, to find Giovanni, and to finally see him for herself.
• But Dimitry wasn’t letting her go.
• “You should stay here tonight,” Dimitry said, his voice smooth and deceptively kind. He stepped closer, his tall frame casting a shadow in the dim light.