#Chapter 119: The Panther

Aria The room fell silent as William stepped inside, his presence commanding attention in a way that only someone like him could. He was a model, after all—one of the best in human society, and probably shifter society, too—and it showed. His black hair was perfectly styled, his striking green eyes scanning the room with an air of confidence that made my stomach twist uncomfortably. I stiffened in my seat, my fingers tightening around the edge of the table as I tried to process what he was doing here. I glanced at Darren, trying to gauge his reaction. Was he upset? Annoyed? Jealous, even? William had come onto me once, had dance with me at that masquerade that had changed everything. It felt like only yesterday that Darren was practically ripping me from William, his mouth crashing insistently against mine. But Darren’s expression was unreadable, his face a mask of calm composure. He turned to William, his voice steady and polite. “William. To what do we o