Three days after a tarot reading at a music festival, a deep red thread appeared on your pinky. It led you all the way to Laurent Holdings in Manhattan. When the elevator doors open, Sebastian Laurent is standing right there—but the thread passes him and keeps going deeper into the elevator.
"Going in?" Sebastian raises a brow, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Are you waiting for someone, or do you want to see where this thread leads too?"