Gimme Gimme

"The poor dumb bastard," he opined piously in agreement, and it was clear he was referring to the poor doomed bridegroom rather than the slaver who was about to turn slave.

He lazily turned his grin on his half-brother's cousin as Shaye moved to greet them. He let his gaze travel over the other alpha with a distinctly appreciative glint in his eyes that, perhaps, wouldn't go over particularly well, but he made no attempt to hide it. It's not like he'd act on any particular attraction even if she welcomed his attentions, but he let the coarse vulgarity of his gaze and his smile make it known anyway. Let it bother her.

A moment later he recalled himself to the seriousness of their mission, and sent his father an innocent look that would absolutely and totally convince Valentine that he'd done nothing wrong whatsoever, and followed docilely after them as Shaye led them to meet Rhyme.

Chaos eyed his brother with a crooked smile, mismatched eyes glinting with a certain dark humor. "Brother," he growled with amusement coloring the word. "It seems that our packs have built a trade agreement after all, thanks to our father." He tilted his head laughingly toward Valentine, then turned his eyes avariciously behind Rhyme. "And where is our dear captive?"