Chapter 28 Chapter 28

Chapter 28 Chapter 28
CHAPTER 27
DARIUS
The last people I expected to see together were Seraphina and Blair walking into this hall holding hands. The last time I checked, they weren't friends. Seraphina’s views on Blair might have changed, but the truth remains: in our early days of marriage, she hated Blair. She hated her guts and had only negative things to say about her. It’s quite surprising how she suddenly loves her now. Perhaps it’s because she’s running our elections.

I know Blair doesn’t know what Seraphina has said about her. Not that I plan to tell her, but I’ll keep my eyes on both. Once Seraphina starts to smile too much, then you know she’s up to some evil plans. She has vindicated me time and time again, so I know this won’t be any different.

I watched as Blair walked to the stand where my team was. She didn’t spare me a glance, but my eyes didn’t tear away from her body. I couldn’t. She walked like she owned the damn place—calm, composed, and pretending not to feel the weight of my stare burning through her, though I know she noticed. I told myself to look away since we were at the campaign train, but it’s all bullshit. I can’t.

Her beauty is ethereal. The way her waist moves—I should want my hands wrapped around it, arching it forward.

Something about Blair is just beautiful to watch.

The quiet arrogance in her calm.

She walked past me without sparing a glance. I knew it was because we were outside, but I wished she realized that I didn’t give a fuck about who was here. I was willing to drop it all for her and travel far away.

She knew I was watching her; she always did, even if she acted like she didn't.

After a couple of minutes of going through the files, she finally looked up.

Just one glance, and our eyes met across the hall. The noise around me faded at once, every sound dissolving into nothing. It was just her. I didn’t blink away, nor did she.

Her gaze didn’t waver, not even when I tilted my head, not even when my jaw tightened the way it always did when she got too close. She knew what she was doing. She knew what that one look could do to me.

With that, I turned around and walked back to my seat, and my eyes fell on someone I would have sworn would never come into this hall in his whole life: Ronan Sinclair. My brother.

I blinked rapidly to be sure I wasn't seeing a ghost in the campaign hall.

For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.

Ronan Sinclair. My brother. The last person I ever expected to show up here—clean, suited, and walking through the campaign hall like he owned it, not in one of his biker rags.

Once our eyes met, his mouth twitched—not a smile, not a frown. Just that same look he’s always given me since we were boys: the “I know exactly who you are” look.

I was curious why he came in here dressed that way. Did he really want to campaign for me?

I tilted my head slightly, studying him. He didn’t look like the man I knew—no leather jacket, no grease on his hands, no motorcycle goggles hanging around his neck. Just a black suit, a crisp shirt, hair slicked back like a real politician.

With that, I settled into my seat, and in a couple of minutes, Blair walked to the podium with a stack of files.

Standing there, she went through it again and then dropped it. Her expression flattened, and I could tell she was disappointed.

Being the best in the game, I knew everything not done by her would be subpar.

She lifted the stack of files up for everyone to see. “With these?” she said. “We’d lose the elections even before it gets started.

So I want to apologize in advance that I won’t be using this.”

And as I continue, I want to say thank you to Ronan Sinclair for honoring my invitation.”