Adrian’s POV
Charles didn’t waste time. He never did when he believed he was holding the winning hand.
He stepped deeper into the living room, eyes sweeping over the couch where Elena and I had curled up the night before, the faint impression of our bodies still in the cushions. His mouth pulled tight in distaste.
“I always wondered what it would take to distract you from your work. From your ambitions. Apparently, the answer is remarkably pedestrian.”
I tilted my head, cold amusement flickering. “Pedestrian? That’s a generous word for your usual choice.”
His nostrils flared. “I’m not here for games, Adrian. You’ve made enough reckless decisions lately that the entire family is starting to talk.”
I downed the last of the bourbon, savoring the burn. “Since when do I give a damn about
