My smile stayed in place as I excused myself from the last group and drifted toward the edge of the hall.
To anyone watching, it looked casual. Just the host moving around.
He didn't move at all, allowing me to fully observe his appearance.
Short blond hair. Blue eyes that stood out under the lights. Tall. Clean-cut. The type people trusted at first glance. The type who looked like he belonged on a poster more than behind a weapon.
What an annoying face.
He wasn't hiding it. He wanted to be seen. Wanted me to clock him, to feel him standing there. Confidence like that only came from two places—real power, or arrogance so deep it didn't know fear.
That wasn't the only thing that made me a little bit wary of his presence.
Despite his looks, no one seemed to notice him.
Guests drifted past. Laughter swelled and faded. Conversations brushed riInboxght by him like he wasn't there at all.
