Chapter 76

Sylvia’s POV "Ms. Frost? Are you alright?" Noah Smith's concerned voice barely registered through the roaring in my ears. I tore my gaze away from Caesar and forced myself to focus on my client. "I'm fine," I lied smoothly, decades of political training allowing me to mask the turmoil raging inside. "Just thought I recognized someone. Shall we get your luggage?" As we walked toward the baggage claim, I felt Noah Smith studying me with unexpected intensity. "You seem distracted," he observed casually. "Family troubles?" The perceptiveness of his question startled me. "Nothing that would interfere with business," I assured him with a practiced smile. His eyes—amber with flecks of gold—held mine for a beat too long. "I certainly hope not. I've heard remarkable things about the Frostfang heir." The specific reference to my lineage rather than my professional position made me stiffen slightly. Before I could respond, a deep voice cut through the airport noise—one that had whispered heated p