A love unscripted
“Sir, someone's here to see you.”
“Who?” Connel questioned
But before she could speak, a voice cut in from the shadows behind them.
“Still collecting dead queens in your game, brother?”
Watson turned, startled.
Connel didn't, he recognized the voice immediately.
“Ethan.”
Ethan stepped out of the shadows - tall, smirking, broad shoulders, light blue eyes that glowed like the oceans, dressed in tailored black with a silver chain around his wrist that gleamed as he moved.
“It's been forever,” Ethan said, casually glancing at the photos. “She's beautiful, you always had a taste for dangerous things.”