She stood near one of the tall windows, partially hidden by a column, watching the dancing with an expression I couldn't quite read. The candlelight caught in her honey-blonde hair, turning it to liquid gold where it fell in careful waves around her shoulders. Her dress was the pale green of new leaves, modest compared to many of the elaborate gowns surrounding her, but somehow more striking for its simplicity. She held a champagne flute between slender fingers, barely sipping from it as her amber eyes - Lycan eyes, I realized with a jolt - moved restlessly over the crowd.
Those eyes suddenly locked with mine across the room, and I felt the impact like a physical blow. She went utterly still, lips parting slightly as if in surprise. For an endless moment, we stared at each other while the
