Chapter Fourteen
My eyebrows scrunched together. I didn’t know this man, but I couldn’t help the way that my heart did a funny little jump as his eyes moved over my face, drinking me in. He rested an elbow on the table, his hand cradling his chin, “Good morning?”
“Such a pretty voice, little kitten.” His words were almost a purr, tugging at something inside of me.
“Bash,” a deep voice called out, and I looked away from him. My throat tightened and I knew that I was talking to Lucian’s brother. He looked so much like him, only younger. His dark hair was longer than his older brother's, eyes that didn’t seem to hold the same anger. “Let her be.”
“I’m just saying hello, Oliver.”
“Sure you are.”
“Hello, gentleman,” Kaida said, sitting down a tray in front of us.
Bash stole a blueberr
