Page 156 of The Blood Witch

The Wolf knocked and waited. Then knocked again.

“You got a visitor, boss,” he announced, swinging the door open and ushering Callum inside.

Callum blinked in surprise as they entered, staring around at the room. It looked like their father’s study.

“Thank you,” Callum told Ferus, shaking off his shock. The Wolf gave a final grunt in response, and left, shutting the door behind him.

Callum’s brother sat at an ornate wooden desk, a pen posed above paper, his brow furrowed. In another few centuries, he would be the spitting image of their dad, he realized.

“Callum?” Alastair asked, frowning. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“You always told me I should visit,” Callum said with a slight shrug. His eyes roamed over the room, taking in the shelves upon shelves of books, the expensive wooden furniture. And the Witch, staring at him in surprise. “Hello again, Fey. Always a pleasure.”

Fey sat curled in an armchair, a book in her hand. She greeted him with a smile, and it warmed Callum’s heart to see her here. He hoped she knew what a positive effect she had on his brother and what a blessing she was in his life. In their lives.

Maybe… maybe now, with the old deSanguine gone… maybe they could be a family once again.

Alastair’s soft chuckle brought Callum’s attention back to the matter at hand. “Are you saying that’s what you’re doing here, brother? Visiting my club?” He glanced around the office pointedly. “You’re in the wrong spot to enjoy it to its fullest, I’m afraid.”

“No, actually,” Callum admitted, feeling a little sheepish. He slipped his hands into his pockets. “I’m here on business.”

Alastair’s eyes narrowed. Gesturing toward the chair in front of his desk, he motioned for Callum to sit.

“And what, pray tell, would the deSanguine want with me and my club?” Alastair asked as Callum sank into the seat.

“Don’t do that,” Callum said, pulling a face. “Don’t use the title, please. You’re my brother, aren’t you?”

Alastair smiled, the barest twitch of his lips.

“If you’re here on business, it seems only proper,” he said.

Callum rolled his eyes. “And since when have you ever cared about being proper?”

Alastair opened his mouth to respond, but quickly shut it. His eyes snapped to the door, and his gaze heated. Callum turned.

Goddess…

If the Demon had been tempting, well… he had nothing at all on the Shifter who just strutted into Alastair’s office.

“Ferus said you need refreshments.” The Wolf at the door smiled. He held a bottle with two empty glasses in one hand, and another glass full of something red and covered in cherries in the other.

Callum couldn’t help it. He let his eyes slide over the male, his gaze trailing over every inch of him. The man was stunning. Suddenly, he couldn’t recall why he’d put off coming here for so many years. He should be coming here every night.

“Callum, this is Jasper,” Alastair introduced. “Jasper this is my brother, Callum.”

“A pleasure to meet you,” Callum said, in a husky voice. The bartender gave him a lopsided grin, and moved forward, moving with a barely discernable limp. He set the glasses down on the desk and opened the bottle of whiskey to pour a drink for each of them. Still grinning, he set one in front of Alastair.

“Hope you don’t mind whiskey,” Jasper said to Callum, setting theother glass down on the wood in front of him. “It’s all the boss will drink, here.”

Callum couldn’t take his eyes off him. The muscles, the hard jaw line, the T-shirt stretched a bit too tight over his chest and arms. He was exquisite.

“Pick your jaw up off the floor, brother, he’s taken,” Alastair snapped. Then, turning to the Wolf, he said, “Aren’t you, puppy?”

Puppy? Callum blinked.

“Absolutely, boss,” Jasper said with a wink.

“Don’t mind him, he’s in a mood,” Fey said from her chair. Jasper brought the final drink over to her, and she took it from him with a smile. “Thank you, Jasper.”

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