"HELLO, BROTHER," the voice said, rich with dark amusement. "I see you've been busy breaking your vows again. How wonderfully... predictable."
The doorway filled with a figure that made Mailah's breath catch for entirely different reasons than fear.
He's obviously one of the Ashford brothers.
He stepped into the candlelit den like a fallen angel claiming dominion over hell itself.
The question was—of the two brothers she had yet to meet, which one stood before them now?
Was it Ravenson? Or Lucson?
The answer came in the form of a smile that was both devastatingly beautiful and utterly predatory.
This wasn't the raw, dangerous energy she'd sensed from Carson, nor the controlled power she'd glimpsed in Mason.
This was something far more insidious—a magnetism that pulled at her very soul without her conscious permission.
"Lucson," Grayson said, and the name fell from his lips like a curse.
Mailah found herself staring despite every instinct screaming at her to look away.
