Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Camille turned to face him, found his eyes glinting with something that might have been admiration, might have been challenge, might have been something deeper neither of them was prepared to name. “The phoenix only rises through fire, Mr. Pierce,” she replied quietly. “And fire is a dangerous element to play with.”

His smile deepened, genuine amusement replacing careful social masks. “I’ve never feared burns, Ms. Kane. The most valuable things in life are often forged in flame.”

Someone called for a photograph. The museum director, sensing promotional gold, encouraged them to stand together. Alexander placed his hand lightly at the small of her back, the gesture both possessive ar Flashes erupted around them. Tomorrow these images would appear in every social publication, generating exactly the kind of attention Victoria had warned against. Speculation. Interest. Questions about the r most powerful young billionaires.

“You planned this,” Camille accused under her breath, maintaining her public smile.

“I seized an opportunity,” he corrected. “There’s a difference.”