He was calculated and controlled, his eyes burned through the crowd as he searched the likeminded guests at the party. There was only one person he really needed to see, only one target he was set to guard.

There across the floor near the double French doors that led to a staircase—which would lead out of the ballroom to a private balcony—is where he saw you. You thought you managed to slip away, you thought you were lucky to lose your shadow.

You could never lose Commander Phillip Graves.