Santiago wasn’t sure why he’d expected the person at the door to be Chasiah. He knew she was locked up in her room, and he had the key, the small metal burning a hole in his pocket.
At the door, Derrick stormed in without preamble. Santiago bit back a groan. This wasn’t what he needed right now, his brother breathing down his neck and demanding to do things his way.
"What is going on?" Derrick demanded. His eyes landed on Santiago’s glass and the empty bottle on the desk. His glare intensified when he looked at Lachlan, before returning his gaze to Santiago, the furrow between his brows deep. "The guards told me you had the woman locked up in her room. What the hell is going on, Santiago? And why didn’t you call me?"
Santiago blinked at his brother, partly because he needed to
