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The stranger is tall, at least two inches taller than Thane. He’s glancing at the crowd to his left, seeming indifferent about joining our conversation. But when his brother calls his name, he turns in our direction.

A polite greeting forms on my lips, but I freeze the moment our eyes meet.

The music around me fades to a distant hum.

The dancers and other clubgoers blur into indistinct shapes.

A strange awareness ripples through me, unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It’s so intense and consuming that I can’t tear my gaze away even if I wanted to.

The guy, Des, wears a white V-neck that clings to his chest, emphasizing an impressive physique. Rolled-up sleeves reveal muscular forearms, and his chiseled jawline and strong brow make him look like he could step right off the pages of a rugged, manly fashion magazine.

My mouth dries. My heart races. Thane is good-looking,but this man… there’s no denying it. He’s the most attractive man I’ve ever seen in person—no,ever, full stop.

My gaze drifts lower, taking in the way his dark blue jeans hug his muscular thighs like they were custom-made for him.

“And this is her friend, Kayla,” Thane’s voice snaps me out of the haze that descended over the room and my mind.

What is going on with me?

I force my gaze up, mortified that I’ve so blatantly checked out Thane’s brother. When our eyes meet again, I suck in a sharp breath. Familiarity punches me in the stomach.

A torn ball gown…

A bloody toga…

Thick lashes frame eyes that look sharp enough to pierce my soul. Thane’s brother watches me with intense focus, making me wonder if he can read my thoughts.

It hits me that his eyes resemble the green irises that haunt my dreams.

But that’s all it is… a resemblance.

Because the bright irises that pierce through hazy clouds of mist in my dreams are green, and his… are hazel.

That doesn’t mean they are any less stunning, but it does rule them out as the ones I’m convinced are a figment of my imagination, caused by a source I haven’t identified. Though, I have some theories.

One is that the eyes that haunt me belong to my mom. I haven’t seen the woman since I was a child, but her eyes are green.

Or maybe the unsettling eyes belong to someone else I met during my life, someone who left an impact on me that my subconscious morphed into my unwanted nightly companion.

Whoever’s eyes they are, I’m confident the person’s influence in my life lies in the past.

Still, the pull to the stranger in front of me is undeniable.

“Hi, Des. Nice to meet you.” Kayla brushes against my side as she shifts forward.

I exhale the breath I’d been holding and silently thank my best friend for her interference.

Des turns to my friend. A bereft feeling washes over me to no longer have his attention.

“Hello.” The timbre of his voice sends a shiver down my spine.

Get it together, Darcie.

“I met Darcie in Brunswick,” Thane tells his brother with a smirk.

Des’s face is expressionless. “I see.”

Tension simmers between the two men, impossible to miss, even with the laughing and dancing crowd in the club around us.