Nate’s POV
Common sense had completely abandoned the master suite of Grimstone Hall.
I stood leaning against the heavy mahogany dresser, my arms crossed loosely over my chest as I watched my three brothers entirely fail to handle the situation at hand.
For men who commanded thousands of employees, ruthlessly dominated the supernatural underworld, and possessed centuries of battle-hardened experience, a locked bathroom door was proving to be an insurmountable obstacle.
Greyson was currently pacing the length of the bedroom like a caged snow leopard. He had managed to put on a pair of grey sweatpants, completely abandoning his usual tailored aesthetic in his distress.
“She’s sitting on the floor,” Greyson muttered, running a hand through his hair for the fifth time in three minutes. “Th
