Ella
I had just finished wiping down the last table when the air in the diner shifted.
You can feel it when someone powerful walks into a room. The temperature doesn’t actually change, but your skin prickles like it does. Conversations stop before they even begin. The hum of the refrigerator sounds louder. The scrape of a chair leg feels intrusive.
That’s what happened the moment he stepped in.
Kane.
He entered like the place belonged to him—measured strides, tailored charcoal suit fitting his frame as if it had been cut from shadow itself. The lights above caught the sharp angle of his jaw, the dark intensity in his eyes. He didn’t look at anyone at first. He didn’t need to.
He knew every gaze was on him.
And at his side was a woman.
She was beautiful in a way that didn’t beg for
