The Glass Wall
The Thorne Foundation charity auction was a vacuum of cold, curated opulence, and Elena Vance was currently its most expensive accessory. Her hand rested on the crook of Julian Thorne’s arm—a point of contact that felt less like a romantic gesture and more like a tactical anchor. Around them, the city’s elite circled, their gazes sharp enough to cut through the silk of her gown and the mask she had meticulously constructed.
"Smile, Elena," Julian murmured, his voice a low vibration against her shoulder. "St
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