Although smaller in bulk than Xeon, Trevor was smooth and muscular, with the golden skin of his ancestors. His short black hair was shaved on the sides into a long mohawk that he weaved to hang past his shoulders. His face was as hard as the rest of him, with faintly twisted eyes the precise color of warm darkness. Wearing nothing more than a pair of faded dark jean shorts, Trevor folded his arms over his bare chest and regarded Xeon with qualm.
"What are you doing here? "The last I heard, you were in town, doing some acting that everyone despised, f*****g your whores to death, cloistered in your lair, ignoring your pack."
"I don’t ignore them," Xeon denied with a fake smile. "It’s more of a mutual agreement that I shouldn’t bother to join the politics of the council, but I recently acce
