Sheila’s POV
I had decided to attend Tide Holdings' little celebration out of boredom since I was still in Star Moon pack. The air inside one of the event center’s private lounge shimmered with low jazz and amber light, the kind that made expensive sins feel justified. Crystal glasses clinked. Laughter rolled like smoke. I hadn’t planned on staying long; heightened boredom had dragged me to this private lounge, not curiosity.
But then I saw him.
Dave.
He was standing by the window, hands in his pockets, the city’s silver skyline washing over his sharp profile. For a heartbeat, I considered walking away as I glanced at the closed door behind me.
Then the corners of his lips twitched — a restrained, unreadable smirk.
Oh, he saw me.
I tilted my head, adjusting the strap of my satin dre
