Maegel, who had been glaring at Vivienne, suddenly stiffened. He felt me drift. He bent his head, his silver-blue hair brushing my temple as he followed my line of sight.
"What are you looking at, Lyssa?" he murmured, his voice laced with a sudden, possessive growl.
I didn't pull my eyes away from the man in black. In a small voice, I asked him, "Who is that? The man with the black hair… the one that looks like a wolf."
Maegel's brow instantly furrowed, a dangerous tension coiling in his shoulders as he realized I had singled out a specific man in a room full of people.
He stared at the stranger for a long moment, his hand tightening around my waist to the point he almost bruised me.
"That is Marquis Alexander Nightshade," Maegel whispered, his voice a low, cautious warning. "He recently inherited the Nightshade name. A Midnight Shadow-Wolf."
