"Get a room," Dante grumbled, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.
Liam pulled back, his eyes flashing with irritation. "What are you doing here?"
"Interrupting," Dante said dryly. "I need to speak to my niece. Alone."
Liam stiffened, his arm tightening around my waist. "Anything you have to say to her, you can say to me."
"It's family business, Brennan," Dante countered, his voice dropping to a low, warning rumble. "Unless you want me to start discussing the finer points of your grandfather's tactical failures in front of her?"
Liam’s jaw clenched. He looked at me, a silent question in his eyes.
"It's okay," I whispered, squeezing his hand. "I'll be fine. Go check on the perimeter."
Liam hesitated, glaring at Dante one last time before pressing a kiss to my forehead
