Chapter Two
Viper d’Rojah ignored his older brother who was leaning back against the wall, watching him through narrowed eyes. A snarl slipped past his lips when a pair of pale, slender hands suddenly reached out and grabbed the shirt he had attempted to throw into the black bag he was packing, pulling it away from him before he could stuff it into the case. He had missed the bag, not that it mattered if he had made it, his brother's mate, Riley St. Claire, was pulling everything that he had tried to throw into it out, refolding each piece before placing it neatly into the soft, dark leather bag.
“Viper,” Vox warned, straightening when he heard the snarl.
Viper ignored the sound of admonishment in his brother’s warning and turned to cross the room of his quarters. Laying his palm over t
