“You wanted me to learn my place, Preston,” I said quietly.

“Now you’re going to learn yours.”

Chapter 5 — Quiet Authority

Dominic came into the ballroom first.

He wore a tailored charcoal suit, not a leather jacket.

He carried no visible weapon.

He made no loud threats.

And that quiet, unhurried authority frightened Preston far more than any raised voice ever could have, because a man who is shouting is a man who is still trying to convince you, and Dominic had nothing to convince anyone of.