Darius did not consider himself a man who watched people.He observed. There was a difference. Observation was deliberate and purposeful — gathering information, assessing situations, understanding the dynamics of whatever room he happened to be in so that he could respond to it accurately. It was a skill he had developed early and refined over years of leading a pack where missing details had consequences. Watching was something else. Watching implied something unguarded, something that happened without intention, something that revealed more about the watcher than the watched.He was watching Elara.She had been in the estate for exactly forty minutes. Roman had brought her and Lily for what had been framed as a casual dinner — neutral ground, familiar faces, nothing that carried the weight of a formal meeting. It had been Orion's suggestion and Darius had accepted it because it was a good one. Elara needed to see the estate as something other than the alpha's territory. She needed
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