“It is really rare for my brother to lay so defenseless in front of someone, something must be terribly wrong with him” Darren stooped over his brother, his arms folded as he examined Diarmuid who was fast asleep on Mia’s legs…. A part of him boiling with jealousy. Mia was glad the two of them had walked in just in time, her legs were already feeling cramped and the fay prince wouldn’t let her move him.
“Could you please help him up to the couch” she said in a low tone not wanting to voice out her discomfort. Darren was at his brother within seconds but threw his hand back almost immediately.
“I see he doesn’t sense any danger from Mia” Meon noted softly. “Try and be gentle” he informed Darren who sighed deeply, waiting for his brother’s defense to die down before reaching for him again.
