Chapter 10

The grand dining room of *L'Étoile*, designed to hold two hundred of the city’s wealthiest patrons, was entirely empty save for five people.

The silence was deafening, broken only by the faint, frantic clatter of line cooks furiously scrubbing down their stations behind the glass wall,

Chapter 11

"Order in! Table four needs the venison tasting, and table two is ready for the scallop crudo!"

Clara Vance’s voice rang out, clear, steady, and commanding, cutting effortlessly through the rhythmic hiss of searing pans and the rapid-fire clatter of knives.

"Yes, Chef!" the chorus of

Chapter 12

The soft clink of two crystal wine glasses meeting rang like a bell in the dim, amber light of the empty dining room.

"To the most successful opening night this city has seen in a decade," Damian said, his voice a low, rich rumble in the quiet space.

"To the man who handed me the key