Chapter Sixty-Six
We were opposites in image, but my father had raised him the same as me. That thirst for power was one that we both shared.
He smoothed a hand over his white dress shirt. The jeans he had on hugged his slim hips until they reached his black boots, which clunked heavily against the floor as he walked over to Andreena and me.
“Hello, dear brother.”
“Adam.” I greeted, trying to hold back my growl.
“It’s so rare to see you out and about and with such a pretty little human.” His dark gaze fell to Andreena and this time I didn’t hold back my growl.
“I could say the same for you being here, only you are alone.” I looked up at him, gritting my teeth.
“Mmm, maybe it’s because I haven’t found the right person to share the evening with. Care to share yours or is she claimed?”
