Greyson’s POV
“If you keep radiating heat like a furnace, she’s going to wake up in a puddle of her own sweat before midnight.”
“And if you keep nitpicking my body temperature, Nathaniel, I’m going to smother you with one of Greyson’s ridiculously overpriced silk pillows.”
I froze with my hand hovering mere inches from the biometric scanner of my bedroom door. The voices were slightly muffled by the heavy soundproofing of the master suite, but the distinct, rumbling baritone of my brother Raiden and the clipped, precise cadence of Nate were entirely unmistakable.
My sanctuary, the one place in the sprawling expanse of Grimstone Hall where silence was not just a luxury, but a strictly enforced law, had been thoroughly breached.
I’d spent the last hour in the freezing lower sublevels of
