The main avenue of the Universidad Complutense de Madrid was buzzing with life. Luxury canvas tents lined the walkway, and deep bass lines shook the pavement. Glowing golden banners from Destiano Enterprises caught the wind, showing everyone that the multi-billion-euro company was running the event.

A silver town car pulled into the VIP area behind the main stage. The door opened, and Felix stepped out.

Thanks to Diana's styling choices, he looked incredible. He wore an asymmetrical cream silk shirt over charcoal trousers. His shoulder-length black hair was styled half-up and half-down, framing his pale collarbone. His big pink eyes hid his true skills as a top assassin.

The driver door opened next. Miya stepped out wearing a fitted crimson dress that turned heads everywhere. She tapped her earpiece to check the secure link.

"Velvet, stay sharp," Miya whispered, smiling at a passing dean. "My sensors pick up synthetic chemical traces near the VIP lounge. The Elysium-9 group is here."

"Copy that," Felix said, checking his scent patch in the mirror. "My blockers are set. I am a ghost. But this silk shirt is so soft. I hope I don't get any target blood on it today."

Miya blushed hard when she saw a Destiano Fashion production truck pull up. "Diana's crew is here. Does my dress look okay?"

Felix gave her a blank look. "You are completely distracted, Jade. Go check the perimeter. I am going to check my art display."

The gallery was bright and filled with sculptures and paintings. Felix walked down the aisle in his silk shirt, holding his lookbook.

Two large figures blocked his path: Richard and Dedrick.

Dedrick rushed over with a wide smile. "Felix! I skipped the scouts to see your work. My football team needs a logo. Name your price!"

Richard shoved his brother back with a cold look, his ears turning bright red. "Step aside, Dedrick. Felix, as the festival sponsor, Destiano Enterprises offers to buy your entire gallery collection for ten times its value. The check is ready."

Felix looked between them with mild amusement. "You two are stalking me. Mr. CEO, I love your money, but my art is not for sale. And you, football giant, I do not draw stick figures. Emily is waiting for her rapper. Excuse me."

He walked past them and headed toward the dressing rooms.

A short shortcut later, Luke and Dedrick cut him off in the hallway.

Dedrick stepped in close. "You cannot just walk away, pretty boy. What do I have to do to get your attention?"

Luke stepped right beside him, towering over Felix with an intense look. He placed a hand on the wall near Felix's head. "Ziplining out of my window? Dancing at my club? Tell me your name, or you do not pass."

Felix’s eyes narrowed. His hand moved toward the silver wire in his pocket.

CLACK. CLACK. CLACK.

High heels echoed down the hall. Miya marched straight between them and shoved Luke’s arm off the wall.

"Hands off my little brother, you oversized blonde predators!" Miya yelled.

Luke blinked. "Who are you?"

"I am his sister! You think you can corner an innocent student in a hallway and flex? You think he is an Omega?" Miya demanded.

Dedrick turned bright red. "Wait, no—"

"Save it! I know your type!" Miya pointed a sharp crimson fingernail straight at their noses. "You're banned! Both of you! If I catch either of you within fifty yards of my brother again, I am personally filing a high-society restraining order with the Madrid municipal court! Now walk away!"