"Oh my. A bunch of lovely kittens have assembled before me?"
Mirror Adam's voice was soft and smooth like silk as he strolled toward them, utterly unhurried. He behaved as though he hadn't just risen from the ground, leaving behind pristine tiles warped into a bubbling, putrid swamp.
"To think you'd greet me with weapons instead of tea," he continued lightly. "How about we sit, relax, and talk like civilized people."
To Vivian and Jamie, who had never truly known Adam, something about him worked. Jamie's shoulders loosened without him realizing it. Vivian felt heat creep into her cheeks. She'd dealt with charming men before while working under Aria's father, but those men always reeked of intent. This one didn't. His amber eyes glowed softly, steps measured and gentle, smile warm without being hungry.
That was what made it worse.
