KEAGAN'S POV ~
There she was.
A curse was on the tip of my tongue, but I held it back and stared. My breath slowed as the rest of the party faded away and Sylvia Reynolds was the only thing I could see in the center of my world.
Dressed in a sleeveless red gown that hugged her perfect curves, my fingers itched with the need to take them off her. Her nude lipstick made her lips appear fuller, causing my wolf to growl in desire. The slit in her gown revealed her flawless olive-toned thigh.
Damn! A pounding began in my temple. And, as usual, she had that perfect smile on her lips, waving to the numerous cameras snapping photos of her. Her steps were elegant, her aura so powerful that she commanded the attention of everyone in the large banquet hall. Strangely, it made me uncomfortable—per
