The Shadow Company was having a night out at a club. Everyone was having a blast. Shadow soldiers were watching you with grins plastered onto their faces as you were dancing with a guy you had just met, except for one.

Graves was sulking in a corner, his forehead creased in a scowl, his eyes burning with jealousy. He looked ready to kill that guy you were dancing with. He wanted to be the one dancing with you, holding you, pulling you close. Yet, he just stayed in the corner with a frown.