chapter 33
His hair was the color of pale gold, swept back from a face that could make models weep. But it was his eyes–a piercing, icy blue–that held you, even as they looked out from under heavy lids with an air of bored indifference.
Dressed in a tailored black suit that hugged his broad shoulders and lean frame, he was devastatingly handsome, almost unnervingly so
His skin was a shade too pale, giving him an almost untouchable, aristocratic coldness.
He was the kind of man who made other men stare with grudging envy, and women forget how to form coherent sentences.
He stood lazily in the doorway, one hand in his pocket, his gaze heavy–lidded and detached.
“Did she say that, or did I?”
His tone carried a faint threat.
The man who’d spoken turned, jumped to his feet, and dropped his cards.
“Mr. Windsor.”
Zane, Charles, and the others were equally startled.
Since Zane married Elara, Gavin had grown distant from her, and his interactions with their circle had dwindled.
Most of them were Ivy League alumni, part of the same alumni group, and still gathered regularly though Gavin rarely attended.
He hadn’t even shown up for Ethan’s funeral.
No one had expected him to appear uninvited today.
Charles stood up, smiling to lighten the mood. “What brings you here today?”
“Just passing by.”
Gavin gave him a slight nod, straightened up, and walked in. His presence seemed to shrink the room.
The man who’d spoken earlier followed, apologizing repeatedly. “My apologies, Mr. Windsor, that was out of line. Please don’t take it to heart.”
Everyone present relied on their family’s influence and connections, but only Gavin and Zane held real power.
Especially Gavin, who navigated both sides of the law–in New York, who would dare not show him face?
Gavin sat back casually, one arm draped over the leather sofa, the knuckle of his right index finger tapping idly against the upholstery. The picture of careless, intimidating charm.
Zane’s gaze lingered on Gavin’s finger for a few seconds-
His late brother Ethan had also had a habit of tapping surfaces with his knuckle.
Gavin’s voice, when he spoke, was lazily dismissive. “Just a joke–why so tense?”
“Alright, Gavin can’t be bothered to hold a grudge. Get back to your cards,” Zane bailed the guy out, then raised his glass to Gavin. “They’re all scared of you, and you know it.”
“Is that so.”
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Gavin picked up his glass, the question utterly unconcerned.
Zane studied him–he did seem less cold and short–tempered than before, but that was only on the surface.
Zane poured him a drink. “Have you been in touch with Elara lately?”
Gavin’s response was deliberately vague, a masterclass in non–answers. “Weren’t you all just saying we’ve grown apart?”
“Just making conversation,” Zane smiled. “Everyone knows you used to dote on her the most.”
Zane understood Elara’s past relationship with Gavin better than anyone.
After his parents died, Gavin had no room left in his heart for anyone else–except this one sister.
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