Corvin's POV
“Welcome to my humble abode,”
I regret every time I have to come to this pig's dine. Although with the kind of associates I have coming to a place like this was not a novel experience for me
Didn't make it any better though.
Recently, Kael's son and his mate had popped up in my front door and I was forced to house them. Now I can't even properly enjoy my own abode.
Perhaps there was a time that this abandoned manor had pride itself in polished floors and sparkling marble with a grand hall lit over with a chandelier. Now it was merely a ghost of that and as we sat across each other in what had once been the poker room, he poured what I believed to be a glass of whiskey.
I'm not taking one sip of that.
He knew.
We both knew.
It was more of a formality now than anything
