Chapter 51
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Rémy poured cognac into two brandy snifters.
“And now my friend, we truly get to talk,” Armand said as he sat down in the overstuffed chair in front of the pine table that served as a desk. Armand gazed around in apparent distaste. “You’re right—Ian does need to do something about this place. All of that cheap wood paneling make the rooms dark, dreary, and not befitting a member of council.”
“I hope he isn’t annoyed. He seemed appalled when we arrived, and then when we went into the great room, I thought he was going to keel over. He’s a city boy, lived in Queens all of his life.”
“I know he’s your mate, but do you like him? Sometimes mates don’t like each other in their present lives, even if they loved in past ones.” Armand observed as he sipped his cognac.