Zyron's Pov
The underground parking lot of Austen's Hotel was humming with engine and filled with the muted voices of the occupants. I steered my black sports car to the reserved spot, the light from my car briefly flashing on the beautifully polished metal and the choice of expensive cars that looked more like art pieces lining the space.
I switched the engine off with a click. For a moment, I sat with my hands wrapped around the steering wheel, not quite doing the moment justice with my slow breath, my racing heart with the same feeling of anticipation that has been with me the entire day.
The Grand Ball of Austen University.
It was not only a night that paid homage to the past or just an evening filled with glitter and glamour. To me, it was a time when so many things from different worlds would clash - my family's expectations, the pretence of love and, above all, the shadows of the organization whose emblem was mine without the world's knowledge.
