were
plain-Jane brown eyes that did nothing but put him off.
“Yeah, so. . . buh-bye.” He stepped into the
elevator right when it it dinged, leaving them there. He might have
felt bad that they were sex-crazed addicts, but they had chosen the
path.
And touched him.
Raff grimaced in disgust. He hated the feel
of hands on him when he wasn’t aware of who it was. He barely
accepted the feel of meeting handshakes.
As he got up to his room, he unlocked the
door to his suite. The room was spacious and clean, couches a dark
brown that set well against the cream walls. The balcony was open
to the Missouri river and as he looked out, he saw several boats
floating along the dark waters.
He closed the door, more content to be
surrounded by busy cars and rushed nights. Old champagne, sky light
views, and high classed ladies dressed in cocktail dresses was more
of his thing than a boring and run down country.
Chapter 5
I’m going to murder them
all , Kevin swore as he stared down at mirror, lips
drawn tight.
The next time Jared slips up, he is going
down. Just when the old man would realize it, Kevin had no
clue.
Not that he cared, though.
As much as he loved peace and quiet, talking
to the other men up here was not enough. A good massacre, bloody
murder, juicy fight—whatever you wanted to call it, was exactly
Kevin’s piece of cake. Especially when it’s been a couple hundred
years since he’s gotten any action.
The conversation with Mary last night had
been eye-opening of how badly things were actually getting. At
first, he had refused to believe any of it was as bad as it seemed,
but when she had put out there the suggestion that a separation was
soon to come, he had finally had the full impact.
Stuart, one of his colleagues of sorts, had
the luck of Raffaele as a leader. Mary had only just realized the
danger of her previous decision years ago, and was paying dearly.
If only Kevin had a say in the fate of his race.
A union between the two of them would have
been beautiful. Not only for Stuart and Kevin, but for the races
and the leadership, the way things were meant to be. If only he
could control them, could take away free will and enabled to
interfere in their lives.
Kevin had realized ages ago that he would not
be able to interfere with their lives. Not because he didn’t want
to, but because the universe wouldn’t allow it. It honestly made
him frustrated when times like this came, when he could not push
them in the direction that he wanted them to go.
“Stuart,” he said. Even though the man wasn’t
in the room, or even the same world as him, Kevin knew that he was
heard.
After a couple of seconds, the sound of
rushing wind came over him and there his friend stood.
They could not feel, smell, or look the same
as mortals did. While Kevin was white haired, white faced, and
white robed, Stuart was. . .blue. Everything about the man was
blue. To his skin, his eyes, his clothing. They were of the same
height and appearance, except for the coloring.
Q uadruplets
were always, in some way, different , he thought with
bemusement.
“You called, brother?” Stuart sauntered over
to him, brow raised.
“Indeed I did.” The murmur was barely heard
as his brother sat down, the plush white chair giving out under his
arse.
“Whatever for?”
Kevin shrugged his shoulders, sitting next to
his brother. Around them, the whiteness was dimming along with the
time. While he might like everything the same, he actually enjoyed
the way the shades and hues came alive at certain points, how
everything changed at one point.
“I believe I made a mistake.”
The six words were enough to have Stuart
freezing any movement. Kevin waited for the man to slowly finish
sitting back, and then took a breath. “Might I have failed?” he
asked, voice close to cracking.
“Kevin. It is utterly impossible for you to
fail. Why would you ask that?” Stuart sounded. . .appalled, but
that did nothing to appease Kevin.