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Dorian had had my heart and soul, and he crushed them both.

When Ginna approached the man’s table, and he turned to the light, my eyes widened.

Dorian?

My heart skipped a beat, and the man looked at me on cue. I held my breath because it was indeed him. It was Dorian. He looked so different I didn’t recognize him, but it was him.

His eyes weren't black, just dark brown once turned to the light, and when Ginna walked away, we stared at each other across the sea of bodies again. However, the noise faded, and so did the music, clinking glasses, and forks tapping plates.

I was just thinking of him, and here he was. I looked away, blinking rapidly. No, it wasn't him. I told myself that my eyes were playing tricks on me, but he was still there when I peeked his way.

Dorian was back.

I looked away and sipped my wine, trying and no doubt failing to look at ease. My heart was pounding so fast it was like drums in my ear, and being a werewolf, he could definitely hear it.

Why was he here? Why was he back?

Dorian was 6’4 with black hair, which he kept short and those startlingly beautiful black eyes. He looked twice as bulky as when I last saw him, then again, that was over eight years ago, before I’d left for college.

Calm down, Marian, I told myself. It didn't matter if he'd returned because I'd known he would someday. He was a part of the Silvermane Pack, Diana’s pack, and although his work took him away from Wolfcreek, he was still a member.

Our past was precisely that, the past, and I wasn't the girl I was back then, the girl that loved him blindly.

My jaws clenched, and my anger for him and the sour taste of his betrayal on my tongue forced me to look his way, but he was gone.

I frowned and sat up, looking around the restaurant, but he'd vanished. I wondered if I'd imagined him for a second, but no, I hadn't. He was back, and with this knowledge, the loneliness I’d felt since returning yesterday was replaced by another emotion.

Rage.

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