The scent of aged whiskey and cigar smoke lingered in the private lounge. Kai leaned back on the leather sofa with his fingers absently swirling the amber liquid in his glass. Across from him sat Raven Cross who looked sharper, older, and undeniably charismatic. Everything about him screamed control. The tailored suit, the measured tone of his voice, the way his dark eyes missed nothing.
And yet, right now, there was something restless in him.
“You know what my parents did last week?” Raven finally broke the silence, his tone dry, almost amused but Kai caught the strain under it. He set his glass down with a soft clink.
Kai arched a brow, intrigued. “What this time?”
“They sent me a guest list.” Raven’s lips twisted into a humorless smile as he shook his head. “For an engagement party.
