The Price

Five minutes ago, 

Calming Mike, who was barely holding himself back from informing Henry Laurent, Aveline reread a message on her phone.

[They don't meet anywhere but Obsidian.]

It was from Nate. He had hired a private detective agency for her. And they found out Damien and Vivienne never really met anywhere but Obsidian. Finding proof during their public appearances at an event would be nearly impossible.

But if she wanted to file for protection against Damien, she needed proof of his affair. And getting security footage from Obsidian without cops involved?

Next to impossible.

Unless… Aveline glanced towards the tall man in a midnight blue tailored suit. 

Alaric Lancaster.

Why would he help her?

He had no reason to break the rules of Obsidian. Upon that, he was Damien's friend. If anything, she might be putting herself in more danger by approaching him.

But he was the only person she could think of.