Page 296 of Reign

“No, he isn’t.”

“She’ll stay at the penthouse until her apartment is ready.”

“She doesn’t want the penthouse.”

“She doesn’t know what she wants.”

I let the silence sit for a beat. “That sounds familiar.”

His expression hardens. “Don’t.”

“You’re attempting to decide where she’ll live because you don’t approve of her choice. The resemblance is difficult to ignore.”

“My marriage has nothing to do with this.”

“Then ask Elena what she wants.”

“I don’t need to.”

“Exactly.”

Silence stretches between us.

Angelo’s fingers tap once against the desk.

“She’s my sister.”

“She’s an adult.”

“She’s twenty-one.”

“I’m aware.”

“You’re also almost thirteen years older than her.”

“I’m aware of that too.”

“And you own two sex clubs.”

“Accuracy. I appreciate it.”

“This isn’t a joke.”

“No.” I hold his gaze. “It isn’t.”

Something in my voice stills him.

He studies me more carefully now, looking beyond the argument to whatever he suspects is underneath it.

“Elena has an arrangement,” he says.

The calm Obsidian gave me thins.

“With whom?”

“Casimir Nowak.”

No.