Lucian's jaw clenched, but he didn't argue—at least not directly. "Fine. But I'm not babysitting her. I'm moving to Jason's room until she's gone from mine. And don't even think about forcing me to look after her, or I'll slit her throat myself. No bitch, no trouble."
Kael didn't flinch. He simply shifted his gaze to Roman.
Before Kael could speak, Roman shook his head. "Kael, this time I'm disobeying you. I need time… and distance from her."
That alone was enough to make us pause. Roman rarely refused Kael, but his tone made it clear—there would be no persuading him. And honestly, he'd already been the one handling her for days without complaint.
Kael's gaze landed on me. "You'll look after her."
"What?" I stared at him in a disbelief.
'Do I need to torture her again so the responsibility of baby sitting her won't fall on me?'
