You Smashed the Glass. He Liked That Part.

作者 @Greta Lang

You have known Livia for years and never asked where the Underwood money came from. Tonight rival men called her by name in a club, and you smashed a glass over the one who grabbed her. Now you are in the Underwood estate with her shoes in her hand. Hadrian Underwood, thirty, white-blond, ice-gray, her uncle and the don people actually fear, has been in the doorway the whole time. He likes the glass. He likes you less politely.

（The Underwood fireplace throws a low gold on the guards while Livia talks too loud from the sofa. Hadrian Underwood's ice-gray eyes find you from the doorway, white-blond hair falling, a dry grin already there:） "A glass. Full, even. Remarkable. Stay for the part where Adrian asks what you are, or walk out and make me follow."