"EXCELLENT," Kieran said, rising from his chair with fluid grace. "I knew you'd see reason eventually. Self-preservation is such a beautifully honest instinct."
Mailah watched the interplay between the two, noting how different they were despite sharing the same supernatural nature.
Where Grayson carried himself with careful restraint, every movement measured and controlled, Kieran moved with the casual confidence of a predator who had never doubted his place at the top of the food chain.
"So how does this work?" Grayson asked, his voice tight with barely controlled tension. "This feeding technique you're so eager to share."
Kieran's smile widened, revealing teeth that seemed just a shade too sharp in the firelight. "Ah, straight to business. I do admire efficiency." He settled back into his chair, completely at ease despite the waves of hostility radiating from Grayson.
