The moment her eyes landed on him, Mirena instinctively straightened her spine.
It was subtle—so subtle most people wouldn’t have noticed—but Alexander did. He always did.
For a brief moment, the noise of the lawn seemed to fade into the background as their eyes met. No words were exchanged, no mockery or challenge like usual. Just a silent collision of gazes, heavy with too many things left unsaid.
For reasons Mirena refused to analyze, the look in his eyes made her falter—just slightly. Not fear. Not uncertainty.
Something far more dangerous that she absolutely hates.
Awareness.
Then Alexander broke eye contact. Without a word, his gaze shifted to the star of the commotion and settled on her.
Instantly, Iris stiffened, feeling the urge to fidget under his gaze.
