"Now then," Thorne said, settling back with obvious satisfaction. "Noah, we need to discuss the situation with your board. There are concerns—"
"Which can wait until dinner," another voice cut in smoothly.
Levi's gaze flicked toward the source. Two figures which had been partially obscured in his and Noah's vision intentionally since they had walked in, stood decoratively by the screen near the bar area, so naturally that they'd seemed part of the room's elegant staging rather than actual occupants.
Adrian Sterling rose from the chair, with a glass in hand. His suit was impeccable, his smile was pleasant. And beside him, also rising, was someone Levi hadn't seen physically in a long time.
Silas.
His brother looked... out of place. The kind of careful grooming that money could buy but couldn't quite mask the calculation in his eyes. His outfit was designer, perfectly tailored to emphasize his delicate frame and the line of his neck.
