Ace’s POV
“She drank the vodka, Greyson,” Nate replied calmly, making absolutely no move to hand her over. He actually tightened his hold on her waist, looking our oldest brother dead in the eye. “And she explicitly stated that she’s comfortable. I’m simply adhering to her wishes.”
I couldn’t help it. I threw my head back and let out a full, genuine bark of laughter that echoed over the heavy bass of the club.
The sheer audacity of Nathaniel, our quiet, calculating physicist, staring down the Warden of the North over lap privileges was the absolute highlight of my century. I was thoroughly enjoying the chaos. My shadows were still wrapped contently around Callie’s wrist, purring against her skin, while she remained curled into Nate like he was her personal lifeline.
Across the table, H
