ADRIAN.
“You took Chloe to your son’s grave?” Kain asked, voice soft with disbelief. “Why would you do that?”
I groaned, it was far too early in the morning for my brother to start bombarding me with inquires like these and confronting me with every of last night’s mistake. “I told you, it’s none of your business.” I drawled out, tired.
Kain scowled. It had been so long since I’d seen that expression on his face that I was momentarily taken aback. “You keep saying that, but at this point I think I might have to make it my business. You hardly know this woman,” he hissed out, annoyed. “And you’re already showing her sensitive parts of this household? You should know better, Adrian.”
“For f**k’s sake, you’re the one who was all over my back days ago, insisting I be a good host and stop
