The casual vulgarity sent a surge of rage through Nikolai's body. His free hand clenched and unclenched at his side, imagining his fingers around his brother's throat.
"And because you know where all the secret hiding spots are and tunnels," Nikolai said, connecting the final dots, "you were able to get into the bathroom without us seeing you."
Phillip's smile widened. "Bingo, so there is more to you than being a pretty boy."
The childhood taunt—one that had followed Nikolai through years of brutal training and harder lessons—barely registered. "You leave Alex alone. Your problem is with me." Every muscle in Nikolai's body strained toward the screen, toward his wife, toward the brother who had finally revealed himself as an enemy.
"Phillip, son, what are you doing?" Lucas's voice broke
