The Assassin's Lover
the right places, the sequins catching the light and making her feel like she belonged among the elite who would attend the gala. As a journali
urring past as she mentally reviewed the key figures she hoped to interview. The gala was a fundraiser for a prominent charity, and the guest list in
ests who mingled and laughed. Waiters in crisp uniforms circulated with trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres, and a live orchestra played soft, classica
and one of Sarah's closest friends. Jenny looked stunnin
eted her with a hug. "T
nt. "And the guest list is insane. I saw the mayor over by the bar,
aze and nodded. "It's go
to uncover. Sarah felt a buzz of energy, a combination of the champagne and the excitement of the event. She h
e of the dance floor was a man who seemed out of place in the sea of glittering gowns and tailored tuxedos. He was tall, with dark hair that was neatly combed back and piercing
head slightly in acknowledgment, a small smile playing on his lips. Witho
e steady despite the fluttering in
it to his lips in a gesture that felt both old
rying to keep the conversation light even as s
s smile widening. "And you? What brings
tworking, mostly. And hop
his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I imagine
intrigued by his evasive answers. "And w
nconventional line of work," he s
orchestra struck up a waltz, and Alex ex
hesitated for a moment
waltz, moving in perfect synchrony as if they had danced together many times before. Sarah felt the eyes of the other gues
aid, trying to keep her tone
ing hers. "And you move with the confidence of
ise to her cheeks. "I suppose th
new nothing about this man, yet she felt drawn to him in a way that defied logic. There
her off the dance floor. "Th
d, feeling a strange sense of
again," he said, h
d, watching as he disa
was Alex Kane? What was his "unconventional" line of work? And w
ut him that she couldn't shake, a mystery that she felt compelled to unravel. She knew that pursuing this would be risky, bu
would be the beginning of a journe