Delvin's POV
My mind was preoccupied with how best to get Tristan out of his father's claws and protect Tate as I took my bath the next morning after Tristan told me his father's plans.
I was going to investigate why Tristan’s father wanted Tate, but first, I had to solve the issue at hand. I absent-mindedly reached for my towel and tied it around my waist before I took another one to dry off.
I hissed in irritation when I found one of the females I previously loved spending nights in my room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed in only her undies.
“I don't remember asking for you to be here Del,” I said
“I know but I asked to be brought here. I wanted to be sure you were okay,” she said trying to sound seductive.
“Why do you think I am not okay?” I asked glaring at her.
“I saw
