Belaisle smiled at me, hands folded neatly before him, impeccable suit perfectly tailored to his short, slim frame. He looked more like a smarmy executive out to rip people off than the dangerous leader of the Brotherhood. But it was the empty feeling of him, the way his cold amber eyes showed only a shark's interest in prey that gave me the willies.

"I thought I told you," Sebastian said, deep voice pushing power ahead of it, "you aren't welcome in my house."

Belaisle ...