Chapter 42

• Jordan’s POV
• Vesper enters the grand dining room, moving with the fluid, commanding grace that defines every single one of his movements. Calmly removing his heavy dark gray coat, he hands it off to a waiting house servant and glances around at the long, half-empty dining table. His sharp, aristocratic features remain perfectly composed, his expression entirely unreadable as he loops around to the head of the seating arrangement.
• "Everyone waiting on me?" Vesper asks, his deep baritone carrying an effortless, magnetic resonance.