He had watched silently from afar for the past two days, observing Anthony's devotion, the way he hovered protectively around his sister. But now, it was time to speak his mind.
Anthony barely looked up when Harry opened the door and stepped in.
"We need to talk," Harry said, voice low but firm.
Anthony turned his gaze to him and nodded. "Let's step out. I don't want to wake her."
They moved out to the hallway, where the dim lights cast soft shadows across the walls. The moment the door shut behind them, Harry's calm demeanor shifted.
He stepped closer, folding his arms across his chest. "I've been watching you, Anthony. Sitting by her side like a saint, like a man in love. And I need to ask you—what exactly do you want with my sister?"
Anthony straightened, his express
