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“Of course,” Odin said. “I wouldn’t have brought just anybody home.”
“I see.” He turned with renewed interest, giving Hunter a closer once-over. “The mask is fooling me, I’m afraid, and I have trouble recalling the faces of all of your past flings. There were many, brother.”
There hadn’t been. Not from the moment Isa had pulled him into his bedroom on the third floor and kissed him. They’d been seventeen, and Odin had cut off contact with anyone else.
Isa was aware of that fact.
“Trying to make him jealous?” Odin clucked his tongue. “That won’t work, will it, Huntsman?”
He’d turned his head toward Hunter, but even then, he caught the very moment Isa froze.
He paled, his shoulders stiffening, the air around him turning chilly as he momentarily lost control of his power. It was a rarity and a sign that he wasn’t as calm and collected as he was trying to make it out to be.
No one else would have felt it, though, everyone giving them a wide berth out of respect and fear. But Odin caught it, and something inside of him purred with satisfaction.
This, knocking Isa down a peg, that’s what he’d wanted.
His step-brother had barely batted an eyelash when he’d returned to Sixpence all those years ago, a strong rival who could stand against him. He’d taken almost half of the Brumal, and yet Isa had merely tilted his head and greeted him calmly.
It had pissed Odin off to no end. Had been haunting him ever since, even though he was more aware of Isa’s cold tactics than anyone, was aware of how good he was at hiding behind them when it wasn’t at all what he truly felt inside.
Still, it wasn’t enough to hope that Isa had felt anger, annoyance, or doubt at Odin’s reappearance. He wanted proof. He wanted to see him shaken, the same way he’d been shaken that day in the woods when he’d realized it was his step-brother who’d sent Hunter after him.
“Huntsman,” the nickname practically crawled past Isa’s lips.
Odin had expected shock but had also anticipated longing…That wasn’t what was written on Isa’s face, however.
He slipped his hands into the front pockets of his suit pants and tipped his head back, staring at Hunter with a flash of pure fury. It was shuttered behind a stony expression a split second later, and just like that, the Dominus of the Frost family was standing before them in all his icy glory.
Odin wasn’t done, though.
“Ah,” he kept up the happy rouse, pretending he hadn’t noticed the blatant change in Isa, “You do remember. Hunter Thorn, in the flesh.”
“Alive, I see.”
“Very much so,” Odin agreed. “Even more so in…,” he let his voice trail and glanced down at Hunter’s pants, “other areas.”
“Don’t,” Hunter spoke for the first time since Isa’s appearance, and it didn’t go unnoticed that he kept his eyes solely on Odin as if afraid to acknowledge Frost at all.
Odin clucked his tongue. “He’s shy.”
“You run Club Cherry,” Hunter surprised him by saying, “I only live there. Forgive me if I don’t want to spread around details of my sex life.”
Odin blinked at him, but fortunately, Isa was too distracted by those words to pick up on his slip.
“Sex life?” Isa clenched his jaw.
There it was.
If there was one thing that could be said about his step-brother, it was that he was a possessive motherfucker. That was the primary reason Odin had dumped all of his other lovers when the two of them had gotten together. He’d known Isa wouldn’t have stood for it, and he’d been overly concerned about not hurting the other man’s feelings back then.
Basically, he’d been a complete and utter idiot.
But he wasn’t anymore.
“That’s typically something that two people who are in a committed relationship share,” Odin said, moving his arm up so that it was settled around Hunter’s shoulders instead. He turned his body so that he was slightly facing him, and then reached back and pulled at the silk string holding the mask in place.
Hunter made a sound of annoyance as it slipped off his face, but Odin ignored it, catching the mask in one hand.
