Helena King stood before Mason, generations of breeding and brutality carved into every line of her face. The distant music from the ballroom filtered through the walls – a mocking reminder of the masks they both wore.
"What do you hope to gain from all this?" Helena's voice carried winter and warning. "Money? Power? The King name?"
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