Jason's POV
By the time we finished breakfast, a servant informed us that everything was ready at the side house.
Roman stood from his seat and turned to Kael. "I'll take a look at the place first, then shift her there."
Kael gave a curt hum. None of us said a word—we just watched him walk away.
"Is this the beginning of one of us finally breaking away?" I muttered, clearly displeased by Roman's decision to move.
"And all because of that bitch," Lucian spat bitterly.
"He's not going far. it's still the same home," Kael said, trying to sound composed, though it was obvious he didn't like it either. "It's better this way. None of us wanted her in the main house, anyway."
"Better than him accompanying her in the stable to keep her company," Rafe added with a shrug, clearly unbothered.
Lucian shot him a glare. "What's gotten into you all of a sudden? Weren't you the one ranting about not wanting her scent in this house?"
