Cyrus's voice cut through the quiet like silk over steel, stopping Kane mid-step.
Kane's hand froze halfway to the throw pillow, his heart hammering against his ribs.
He turned slowly, finding Cyrus watching him with those burning red-gold eyes, two wine glasses balanced in his elegant hands.
Kane tried for a grin, but it felt shaky around the edges.
"Oh? You want the couch instead?"
Cyrus crossed the room with that predatory grace Kane had come to recognize, wine glasses catching the low light.
"Château Margaux, 1982." Cyrus extended one of the glasses, his fingers brushing Kane's as he accepted it.
"Worth more than some people's cars."
Kane nearly choked. "You're giving me car-price wine?"
"I'm offering you a drink." Cyrus's lips curved in something that wasn't quite a smile.
Kane tilted the glass back and downed the wine in three gulps, his throat burning as the rare vintage vanished too fast to appreciate.
Cyrus's eyebrows climbed toward his hairline.
