CHAPTER 211 The Woman in Black

*Sloane*

Dorian’s eyes swept the crowd, sharp and calculating, like a hawk searching for prey. His gaze finally settled on Marsh, who had his arm slung around Fiona’s waist, laughing with Dante, Stavros, and Nol. Their voices mingled with the hum of the guests, a low buzz under the springtime sky, where the scent of roses lingered like a heavy perfume.

My eyes scanned the guests, looking for Cassi