The world stilled around Cassie, as though time itself paused to admire the man standing before her.
Drake Connor carried a kind of effortless charm that could make any woman stumble yet Cassie wasn't captivated by his allure.
It was his presence, the ease with which he owned the space around him, the gentle confidence in his eyes.
He was handsome, painfully so, and yet soft in a way men like Franklin, Frederick, or even Sebastian never were.
"I'm… sorry," Cassie murmured, heat crawling up her skin as she attempted to pull away from the strong chest she had collided with.
But Sebastian's hand moved first. He slipped an arm around her waist, steadying her and subtly pulling her back to his side.
"Sorry, Drake. She didn't mean to bump into you," Sebastian said flatly.
