Chapter Seventy-Three
A few sat on the floor with pillows beneath them. Some who were more submissive kneeled in front of their thrall mates. It was just a normal night here.
My brother stood off to my father’s side. His wavy brown hair was brushed back away from his face and he had on a dark suit that hugged his lean frame. His eyes lit up when they landed on Andreena and I felt her tense beside me.
She didn’t stop walking, just kept pace with me. Her heels were loud in the quiet of the room. No one spoke as she and I stopped in front of my dad.
“Spencer, what a pretty little thing you’ve brought home.” His deep voice broke the silence of the room.
“She is lovely.”
“Mmm, I see your claiming bite on her throat. Tell me is she your fated mate or just someone... Filling in the role?”
