Carlos X Jay Novels & Stories

Don’t even speak to her. Father— I’ll be there in thirty minutes. Do nothing until I arrive. Carlos’s tone left no room for argument. Jasper hesitated. You’ll understand when you see her. Carlos ended the mental link with a sigh, already removing his white coat and replacing it with his long black trench. His reflection in the glass showed a man who looked barely forty-five, refined and ageless, his silver-streaked black hair pulled back in a neat twist. But behind his eyes… centuries lived. Centuries burned into silence and restraint.