DAMIAN’S POV
I rested my chin on my knuckles, watching the slowest train wreck in history unfold across the breakfast table.
“Girl code? You wish…” I drawled, tipping my chin toward Elis. “I can see as clearly as you.”
Ellis, my supposedly dignified little brother, was currently engaged in the most pathetic display of one-sided jealousy I’d ever witnessed.
Vicky was laughing at something Alaric said (some dry, boring-as-hell comment about the stock market, no doubt), her fingers brushing the sleeve of his shirt every millisecond.
And Ellis? Ellis was pretending to be fascinated by the pattern on his napkin, folding and unfolding it like origami might magically teleport Vicky’s attention back to him.
Damn it, Elis.
I taught you how to tie a tie when you were six. I taught you how to
