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[center][h1][color=97b597]Xavier[/color] [color=gray]&[/color] [color=c4df9b]Aethel[/color] [color=gray]Beowulf[/color][/h1][/center]
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Xavier rolls his eyes, choosing to otherwise ignore his brother’s eccentric behavior. Aethel, on the other hand, opens his mouth, about to speak when the third Alpha shows up to the table. Xavier’s hand tightens around his glass of scotch, not liking how the man approaches and the look in his eyes that are focused on Killian. 

[color=c4df9b]“Of course. We’ll make sure your invitation is sent as soon as we have the date picked.”[/color] Aethel replies easily, not looking bothered one bit by the new guy. His eyes follow the man lazily as he stands behind Rowan’s assistant. [color=c4df9b]“No, no. This isn’t one of ours. He works for one of our other guests.”[/color]

The tension between Xavier and the Alpha behind Killian is palpable - anyone nearby can see the eldest Beowulf is stopping himself from an outburst. His jaw is clenched and tiny cracks are appearing on the glass he so tightly grasps. [color=97B597]“What, are you going to steal him like you tried to do with Jewel, Mister Conan?”[/color] Xavier says through gritted teeth. They had no proof that the Conan clan was the one who kidnapped Jewel, but Xavier has yet to find anything that proves them innocent.