Chapter 8
Aurel watched the door close behind his brother and his brother’s…shifter. The two made a cute pair, although they’d both probably deny it if he said as much.
Aurel picked up Ioan’s suit of clothes, shook them out, and hung them in the wardrobe. The laundrywoman would have to deal with the shirt. Mother did have a thing for lace.
He worried his lower lip. Ioan was more upset than he was letting on. He hadn’t even noticed that Aurel had changed from the scarlet dinner jacket he’d worn earlier in the evening to one matching his brother’s, although he was certain Shandor knew what he’d done. Aurel had had to search his wardrobe for the black dinner jacket. He didn’t usually wear such a grim color, but it was all the better to f**k with Daniel Small’s pea-sized brain. It had been
