A week later.
In the private lounge of a lavish club, the air reeked of perfume, alcohol, and indulgence.
Kade strutted in, arms draped over the shoulders of two tall, glamorous women while two more followed behind him. He inhaled deeply, smirking. "Ah, the air here is intoxicating!"
On the couch, Ronan barely spared him a glance before sneaking a wary look at the throne-like chair across the room. A certain devil sat there, swirling a glass of wine in his hand, his expression unreadable.
Ronan cleared his throat. "Are you sure it's the air that's intoxicating, Third Master?"
Kade paused mid-stride, raking his fingers through his perfectly gelled hair. One of the women leaned in, lips parted for a kiss, but he placed a teasing finger on her lips, stopping her. "Hmm? Brother doesn't seem all that happy. What's up?"
Ronan exhaled sharply. Took you long enough to notice, genius.
