Chapter 199

DAPHNE’S POV

The rich, crimson liquid swirled smoothly against the crystal walls of my glass as I tilted it, taking a slow, deliberate sip.

The expensive vintage burned pleasantly down my throat, a perfect contrast to the cold, calculating thoughts running through my head.

Outside the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, the city was alive, but my focus was entirely locked on the event taking place