Rafe's POV
"Oh! You three are here as well?" Kaizan looked at us three with a smug smile, as his gray eyes scanned us.
His dark hair set in perfect regal style, he sat like a king wearing that unbuttoned long black trench coat, giving that fake vibe of dominance which quite didn't reach us.
Fake bastard.
"Where is one more of you? Have you four left your fifth brother behind and having fun here alone? Tsk! So unfair," he commented, his hand reaching out to caress the green emerald ring in his index finger.
He was referring to Roman, who was not with us at the moment.
"He is a clean freak and detests stinky garbage around," Lucian replied as he sat next to Kael, his gaze mocking, the cut on his left eyebrow making him look intimidating. "So fortunate of him to not be here and see you," his gaze moved to the other two standing behind the couch Kaizan was sitting on—his sworn mate brothers—"and the two junks you always keep with you."
