Kendra's POV
The party had gone on longer than I expected. The room buzzed with chatter, the clink of cutlery, bursts of laughter too loud to ignore. My glass had been refilled twice already, and everywhere I turned, someone was telling me how I looked just like my mother or how proud Marco must be to have me back.
Scott, on the other hand, hadn’t looked like he was enjoying a single minute of it.
He stood like a sentry at the far end of the room, his arms folded and jaw tense. Every now and then, someone would approach him; an old associate, a cousin of someone important, a man who spoke too casually or a woman who leaned in too close, and each time, he dismissed them with a glance sharp enough to draw blood.
I watched him from across the room. He felt it. His eyes snapped to mine, br
