Chapter 17

“Rhys. Long time no see.” Abigail mused taking a sip of his whiskey as he glanced at Rhys from the other corner of the table. His keen dark eyes set on Rhys. 

Rhys swirled the glass of his whiskey between his fingers, his gaze dark and sharp. “Should’ve kept it that way. I don’t like uninvited guests in my house.”

Abigail snickered. 

“Well, I was invited…by your brother.” He motioned to Adrian who was helping Amara sit. Rhys averted his eyes with a tick. 

“This is not his house where you can come and go as you please, Francis.” Abigail tensed at the mention of his last name. Almost choked on his whiskey as he glared at Rhys. 

“Abigail.” He stated. Rhys smirked leaning back and raising his brow.

“I’d rather call you a dick.” Abigail clenched his jaw. Rhys met his glare. Rhys, Adrian, Lorcan and Abigail had a history that ran deeper than water. 

Rhys never liked Abigail. But when Abigail’s father became his business ri