Kaida
"Favorite color?" I pressed, my finger moving from one brother to the next, demanding a response.
Malachi was present, though his reluctance was palpable. I couldn't bring myself to care. It was only after Caspian's direct order that he agreed to participate in this Q&A session I had initiated. As my mate, I couldn't exclude him, and, though I'd rather not admit it, he likely held the most insightful answers.
His antagonism, his aloofness, his perpetual conflict with me—it needed to cease. I was weary of navigating our relationship with such caution. And there was no more opportune moment to address our underlying issues than now.
The brothers answered in turn: Asher, Caspian, and finally, Malachi.
"Red."
"Silver-gray."
"Rose pink."
I frowned, expecting a different response.
