"Well, the tabloids are going to have a goddamn field day with this," Killian’s younger brother, Cory, chuckled, leaning across the table with a mischievous, s**t-eating grin. He wagged his eyebrows at the custom silk. "Tiger, huh? What exactly makes him a Tiger, Raya? Is he a man-eater, or does he just roar in the—"
"Watch it, Cory," Killian growled, his voice dropping into a subterranean register that vibrated the crystal glassware. He leveled a death glare at his brother so cold it could have frozen a wildfire.
Cory held up his hands in immediate surrender, shifting back in his seat. "Okay, okay! f**k, man. Message received."
Across the table, Jayce swirled the scotch in his glass, a sharp, bitter sneer cutting across his face. "Cute pet name," he drawled, his voice dripping with con
