Zaya Monroe knew she shouldn't have come. The velvet mask pressed against her face was hot, suffocating. Her heart thumped wildly beneath the black silk dress that hugged her frame like a noose. Around her, wealthy strangers sipped champagne, their laughter echoing under the chandeliers. Everyone here had power, status and secrets. Especially the man she was here to find. She had one goal: to find a way out of the mess her foster brother left her in. And instead, she walked straight into the lion's den. Tonight was one of New York's underground charity auctions.