“Is this supposed to be a joke?” Roman asked, flipping through the pages again.

Silence fell across the room. No one said a word.

Salima’s hand drifted to her throat. Grayson’s jaw tightened. Davin’s posture shifted—subtle, but ready.

Roman’s voice came again, quieter this time, but it shook the room.

“Alec’s name is on my guest list or is there another Alec Blackwood that I’m not aware of?”

He looked around, his gaze landing on each face in turn.

“Who did this?” He asked.

“Roman we don’t know,” Salima said softly. “We’re all just seeing it now that you are.”

“Okay then,” he said. He walked over to the counter,...