Just as David hit send, the door to the lounge opened, and Vincent stepped inside.
David looked up, his mood instantly darkening at the sight of his stepbrother. Vincent's eyes locked on him, cold, as though every word spoken was a move in some twisted chess game.
"Late night texting?" Vincent's voice was laced with mockery as he leaned casually against the doorframe. "Or is this part of your new busy schedule as 'our' future heir?"
David set his phone down and straightened up. "What do you want, Vincent?"
Vincent chuckled darkly, stepping further into the room. "What do I want? Funny. I should be asking that. Since you've come back, things have been... different around here, haven't they?"
David's jaw tightened, but he kept his voice steady. "If you've got something to say, just say it."
