The man standing in the doorway carried the kind of presence that demanded space rather than asked for it. Tall, immaculately dressed, the similarity to Kael was both striking and unsettling , he had dark brown hair, the same cut of jaw, but where Kael's quiet commanded the air around him, this man's energy filled it like smoke.
"Miss Thorne right?" he said, voice low, cultured, and too smooth. His eyes found me first, a polite smile curving his lips, one that didn't reach his eyes. "It's a pleasure meeting you again."
For a moment, my brain fumbled to catch up, recognition dawning in fragments, the face I'd seen on business news broadcasts, in magazines beside his father, and once across a crowded ballroom in Italy.
Andrew Roman.
Kael's brother.
And the man Kael had once described in the same tone someone might use for a slow poison.
"Mr. Roman," I said automatically, standing up before I even realized it. "I—uh—I didn't know you'd be here."
