Lena straightened at the bar, her heart stuttering in her chest.
Her fingers tightened around the glass as her eyes swept the ballroom, searching. Everything else—music, laughter, the clinking of crystal—faded into the background, muffled beneath the sudden roar of blood in her ears.
Could it be him? Or was she blessed with a new mate…
And then she saw him—Marcus. His mask couldn’t hide the dark brown eyes she remembered.
He stood near the edge of the dance floor, tall and composed, exuding a quiet kind of power.
But he looked different. His once vibrant eyes were now hard, a storm brewing beneath their surface, his dark brown hair neatly combed, and the smile she remembered had been replaced by a forced grin that didn’t reach his eyes.
Her breath hitched as their gazes locked, a s
