Meanwhile, hidden behind a nearby pillar, someone else was watching. Ilyas stood partially concealed, his body angled just enough to keep himself out of direct sight, though his eyes were locked firmly on the group at the table.
His expression was anything but calm. His brows were drawn tightly together, and there was a storm brewing behind his gaze.
Ilyas had noticed Darcy the moment he entered the venue. There had been no way not to.
Darcy's arrival had drawn attention almost instantly, like a quiet storm that everyone felt but no one could ignore. Even from across the hall, his presence stood out effortlessly, commanding attention without any obvious effort.
Ilyas's eyes had been drawn to him before he even realised it. And once he started looking, he found that he could not look away.
