Devante cornered Borya later that day, "What the hell did you do?"
Borya looked at his older brother, "What are you talking about?"
"I just brought her ice packs," Devante snapped in a mocking tone. "I'm the oldest. She's mine," he got within inches of his brother's face.
Borya scoffed, "She's yours?" He questioned. "Try again. You heard what her sisters said. Whatever their moon goddess did to pair us up with her, we, need to protect her. We need to make sure she's okay. If you love her as much as you claim you do, then we all need to do this. For her." Borya emphasized the 'we' so much that even Nassir was impressed. He'd never seen his brother so invested in a female before.
Devante huffed and turned to Nassir, "What? You agree with him? That we have to share her? That's ridicul
