Kevfire stared at the door in front of him, shifting uneasily from foot to foot. The house itself was an old colonial revival, restored to perfection. While it wasn't what he'd expect of his brother he wasn't surprised that Kassimera had managed to brow beat him into living there. She had a way about her and regardless of the fact that she'd been absent as their sire there was no doubt that she'd never allow them to embarrass her with substandard living conditions. Unfortunately for them that me

Kevfire slowly came to awareness. His head was still swimming and there was some nausea in his stomach. He opened his eyes, quickly flinching and shutting them again. The room around him was swimming as if he'd been on an all night bender. He lifted his hands to rub them, only for his eyes to flash open in panic. He couldn't move his arms.
Looking down at himself he found that his arms were chained to a chair, as were his legs, with another around his chest, and a final one around his throat. T

Kevfire looked down at the man next to him. Remy was kneeling on the marble floor, his shoulder length brown curls falling in front of his face. His expression was neutral, but he glanced up at Kevfire. His chocolate eyes held a silent command, and Kevfire felt his knees quake a little with the compulsion to obey.
Quickly turning his gaze back in front of him, his violet eyes locked onto icy blue. Siro lounged on the large, four poster bed, a book open in his hand as he waited. He was frowning