Chapter fifty

Roy’s P.O.V

His expression was like a cold star, his nose straight, and his silence was as cold as ice.

Quite similar and also different from Bryan’s indifference, Cain’s indifference has a hint of malice and death, like a daffodil that died quietly.

“Little bunny,” A smirk pulled the sides of his lips up as he pushed back his head and took a swig from the bottle in his hands.

“Don’t call me that.” I snapped, my voice had a familiar shake in it as a lump formed in my throat, “What are you doing here?”

“It’s a club. A public place Roy,” He stood before me, looking down at me through his nose with a mixture of lust and loathing. I knew that look too well. It’s as if two parts of him fought—the part that liked men and the part that loathed the idea of men being together—and the latter always wins in the end.

Eff, I shouldn’t have drunk so much. The world was starting to have a blurriness to it.

“You’re right. It is truly a public place which means you don’t have to be in front of m