Chapter 38

Briar’s POV

I called the three men in for a talk after I had made sure the kids were asleep.

We were at the balcony of their rather extravagant mansion.

The moonlight reflected off the glass railings, casting a faint glow over the space.

The air was cold, filled with the faint scent of cedarwood that seemed to cling to this place.

Kieran sat holding a glass of whiskey, his long legs sprawled out casually in front of him. His dark brown hair, tousled and catching the light, framed his sharp jawline in a way that was maddeningly attractive.

His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing just enough of his toned chest to make it impossible not to notice.

Kylan leaned against the balcony railing, his black hair tied back in a loose knot.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms, and his green eyes gleamed mischievously under the faint light.

He looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazi