Chapter 11Of all the consultations Finneus Harbright had ever entertained in his private office, never had he expected to find himself seated across from a Leroux.
Lewis was a year older than he was, but Finneus thought he still looked like a teenager. Were it not for the definition of his body and his height, he would have looked near indistinguishable from his younger brother, Steven. Dark hair and clearly feline features had always set the Leroux line apart from the Lister line, and when Lewis entered his office, Finneus needed no introduction. The fine angles of his face screamed Leroux, and the slinky way he walked backed Finneus’ suspicion.
“Mr. Leroux,” Finneus said stiffly as Lewis seated himself in the visitor’s chair on the opposite side of his desk, “I take it you aren’t here
