The silence that follows Morgan's "Oops" is more suffocating than the shove itself. He didn't even have to do that. He could've stepped over it. Around it. The ink hadn't even touched his stupid designer shoe. Not until he decided it should.
Grayson steps into the center of it all with a faint smile curving his lips which shows just how entertained he is by humiliating her… his mate. One of his eyebrows arches mockingly as he stares at the thick black ink oozing over Morgan's once-clean designer shoe.
"Do you know how much this costs, Omega?" Morgan lifts his foot for dramatic flair, letting the ink trail off the sole.
"This…" Grayson continued for his brother, fanning his fingers like a salesman unveiling a luxury car, "…is imported, handmade Italian leather. Custom. Limited edition. You can't even pronounce the brand."
