A little while later, Mikhail cut through the crowd and caught our attention, gesturing toward a private hallway tucked behind the ballroom.
"Alright, you three," Mikhail said softly, leaning in. "Let me take you up to my office so we can handle that business."
Drakon nodded, his hand sliding back down to rest possessively against my waist as we turned to follow our host, with Bastian falling in step right behind us as a quiet, watchful shadow. But before we could make it out the heavy double doors, a sharp, familiar voice called out over the din of the party.
"Mikhail."
We all stopped and turned. Striding toward us through the sea of guests was Mayor Isaac, clad in an impeccably tailored tux, a glass of expensive bourbon in hand.
"Ah, Mayor," Mikhail greeted smoothly, pausing in his
