Darien
Shane stood near the far wall, positioned behind a couple of officers from Anton's pack. He wasn't talking to anyone. Wasn't eating. Wasn't doing any of the things a person does at a banquet when they're comfortable being there. He was standing very still, with a glass he hadn't touched held loosely at his side, and his eyes were fixed on Leah.
I recognized the look. The look of a man watching something he'd lost and only now understanding the full scope of what he'd thrown away.
But it was more than regret.
His gaze tracked her movements with a focus that bordered on fixation. When she laughed at something Anton said, I watched Shane's jaw clench. When she tucked her hair behind her ear, I saw his fingers tighten around his glass. When she leaned back in her chair and the light
