Archon barely waited for the door to Cael’s room to close before he barreled through into Eoin’s room. A second later he had his brother pinned against the wall, his forearm in Eoin’s throat.
“Did you f**k her?” he demanded, his voice little more than a snarl.
“No!” Eoin shoved him away, so hard that he stumbled back a few steps. “f**k’s sake, what do you think I am? Some kind of animal?” Eoin demanded, a look somewhere between anger and sheer frustration on his face.
That more than anything calmed Archon down. He’d been lurking in the corridor, stewing ever since he returned from the galley. He’d intended to go to his room, but then his enhanced hearing had picked up the sound of moans coming from Eoin’s room.
That had stopped him in his tracks. He knew Eoin, inside and out. There was
