ora

en I stepped into the grand ballroom i

s quiet, demure, always dressed in muted tones. This woman-vivi

him. His eyes widened, a flicker of dark appreciation crossing

tightening with jealousy. My dress made h

e bar, pouring myself a glass of champagne. I

"Aurora, what the hell are you wearing? Are yo

mber?" I smiled, sharp and cold. "I'm ju

le when a stir rippled through the ent

e was tall, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit

d. It was him.

is estranged older half-brother. The name

ough his left eyebrow. His eyes were a sta

. that scar... They were ident

ian's half-brother-wasn't he just back from Europe? Why would h

off Julian's face. "Brother," he forc

anded on me. It lingered for a full two seconds, his expr

suit, he was unmistakably a hockey star-his sculpted build impossible to hi

break the tension. He exchanged a few words with Ev

ndfather, Julian grabbed my hand, tryi

d back as if hi

ll display for everyone to see. Julian

nder watching the scene, a fa

een two warring brothers, scrut

abbing my champagne and esc