Mikhail swirled the tequila in his glass and sighed. "Your VVIP member is really annoying, you know?"
His companion kept his back turned, staring at the glowing city outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
The only thing visible from behind was the sleek line of his dark hair, the broad frame beneath an immaculate deep blue suit, and the serpent tattoo coiled across his palm.
"You were the one who disturbed the sleeping Leopard first," the man said. "Even when he is supposed to be on his honeymoon."
"Oh? Getting jealous?"
Diablo kicked back on the sofa, his boots planted on the coffee table, a grin stretching across his face.
"You always remind me that he is your mate, so shouldn't you be the jealous one?"
The man finally looked over his shoulder. His eyes were a pale silver, sharp and cool like moonlight.
"You really don't care anymore, Mr. D? Interesting."
