Chapter 3
Endymion opened the door before his guests could knock on it. “Come in.”
“Ugh, I’m—”
“You have brown hair and hazel eyes. You’re Darwin Watson,” Endymion cut the man off midsentence before focusing on the one behind him. “Green eyes, blond hair. You’re Kellan Houghton. Mag has described you both to me over the phone. Close the door behind you, please.”
Endymion didn’t wait to see if his visitors were trailing him as he made his way into the kitchen. He didn’t have to. He might be six feet tall, one hundred and seventy pounds of lean muscles, but he barely made any noise as he trod inside the house. By comparison, his visitors were like two giants. He could hear their loud breathing and heavy footsteps. He turned around when one of his visitors cleared his throat loudly.
“Mr.
