The brothers reach the door of the private study. Grayson pushes it open and strides in confidently. Morgan follows, spouting nonsense.
"So where's Amias? We need to share our brilliant anti-bond strategy with him."
Darien dumps his bag onto one of the deep leather armchairs. "He's not coming."
Morgan shrugs. "Yeah, with the way you two were about to throw hands this morning, I figured."
"I'd appreciate it if he didn't show up," Darien grumbles.
Grayson grins, slouching into the couch opposite. "Why? You afraid he'll steal your precious omega?"
Darien throws him a look. "I'm afraid I'll actually punch him this time."
Morgan chuckles, raising his hands in the air as a dreamy look sprouts in his eyes. "Wouldn't mind watching that, honestly. Amias always thinks he's so above us. Maybe you'll knock some humility into his brooding ass."
Grayson chuckles. "Or knock him into the wall. Either way, win-win."
Argh, these two…
