Harrison's grip remained tight, his fingers squeezing with that same intense, protective strength. His dark eyes were pitch black, completely devoid of any fear, whoever tried to touch Julius tonight wouldn't survive it.
"Dangerous or not, we are going," Julius spoke up softly, repeating Harrison's words to break the silence. He looked down at their joined hands. "If the gala is the perfect place for them to make a move, then it is also the perfect place for us to catch them."
Harrison slowly relaxed his tight grip, his expression shifting back to his usual calm, calculating mask. He leaned his large frame against the back of his chair, his jaw still tight. "Yes. We force their hand. They think a crowded ballroom gives them cover, but it just gives my men more angles to watch."
