The Vision She Hid
The butler followed them with the mop, humming something tuneless under his breath.
Nobody else at the table cared.
The brother leaned forward, chin resting on the back of his hand. His eyes pinned me like a butterfly under glass.
“So,” he said, all polite interest, “how does it feel, not seeing the monster who owns you?”
I smiled. Sweet. Soft. Poisoned at the tip.
“I know he’s very handsome,” I said. “It’s always the large ones you’ve got to watch.”
The brother chuckled. He was much shorter than the big guy. But the chuckle sounded nice and low. Approving. Like a man flipping a coin and liking the odds.
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