"What exactly are you trying to say?" Charles cut in, his voice low but firm, eyes now locked sharply onto hers.
"Easy there, tiger," Chloe said, circling Charles like a cat that had just cornered its prey. "You know, you remind me a lot about Samuel… that strong arrogance, the bravery… what else?" She tapped a finger against her chin, pretending to think. Then she laughed, tossing her curls over her shoulder. "Ah, sorry. You're nothing like him, actually. Just cunning and charming at the same time."
Charles's jaw tightened. "The next time you talk about my brother," he said, his voice low and deadly, "you won't like what I might do to you."
Chloe threw her head back and laughed again, unbothered. "Oh please," she said, grinning. "Just because you now run the underworld's secret meeting grounds, you think you're powerful?"
In a flash, Charles moved.