"Yes, I'm still curious to know how you and my brother met," Nicholas said, his tone deceptively calm, an eerie smile clinging to his lips. "Killian isn't exactly the type to… love people. So I'm intrigued—how did everything happen within a month?"
Hailey's instincts prickled. There was something about him that didn't sit right. She hadn't spoken to him at the gala—he hadn't made the effort either. Yet, twice now, he'd asked about how she met Killian. The same question, just worded differently.
Something told her to tread carefully.
Nicholas looked like Killian in the way a shadow resembled the figure that cast it—similar at first glance, but entirely different in nature. Killian was blunt and unapologetically direct. Nicholas? He spoke with a kind of silky restraint, the type of man who tied his words up with a pretty bow only to use them as weapons later.
Hailey sighed, calming down.
