***Gwen's POV***
The reception was in full swing and as couples danced around the floor, I could sense his eyes on me. I try my best to ignore him but after several minutes of avoiding his gaze, I finally cave and look up at him. When our eyes meet, my heart starts racing uncomfortably and I feel my cheeks flush.
It was an experience unlike any other. I’ve been alive for close to four centuries but no man had ever made me feel weak at the knees with just one look. I don’t know if I liked it.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Patrick asks as he approaches me.
“Yeah,” I shrug, a smirk lingering on my lips. “How’s the wife?”
Ellen, his mate, was not very fond of me.
“Doing well,” Patrick chuckles.
I take a sip of my wine as my eyes wonder across the dance floor aimlessly.
“I could be mist
