Darrion had deferred this job to Korvain, but his patience was beginning to grow thin. The male hadn’t hit his mark yet, which meant Darrion couldn’t hit his mark. He was barely holding onto his self-control. He could feel it fraying, could sense the snap ready to come. He knocked on the door, his massive fist hammering the wood—letting it feel all his anger and frustration. Adrian’s sister appeared through the glass panel, paling out when she caught sight of him. She opened the door, but kept the chain on. He wasn’t surprised. He topped off just a few inches shorter than Korvain. He kept his dark hair oiled back away from his face, leaving his sharp cheekbones bare. His blue eyes were like ice chips; razor-sharp and calculating. ‘Taer,’ he purred. She was a temptation—there was no mistaking that. She was all sleek lines, pale green eyes widened with fear and a mouth he wanted on his cock. ‘You think a chain is going to stop me, little girl?’ ‘What do you want?’ she replied cautiously, trying to hide the shake in her hand.
