Victor and Lucas, embodiments of both elegance and raw power, immediately grasped the situation. Victor reached for one of the twins, his touch gentle despite the fury simmering beneath his surface. “You look tired, sis,” he murmured, his gaze never leaving mine. “You shouldn’t be dealing with this.”
Lucas, ever the strategist, took a moment to study Marcus. “A storage room, Marcus? Is that your idea of family care?” His voice was as smooth as velvet, but with an edge sharp enough to draw blood.
Marcus swallowed hard, his bravado crumbling under their scrutiny. “It’s temporary,” he mumbled, eyes darting toward the floor.
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