“You know, you’ve been doing a whole lot of talking, Rhys.” Dylan sat back in his chair in a faux semblance of indifference, but where Xavier sat beside him, he could see how hard the male clutched the stress ball in his hand. “It’s really a shame that you don’t seem to have anything of important to add.”
Rhys’ face twisted with unearned superiority, “That’s where you’re wrong again, princeling. It’s never a waste of breath to remind ourselves of the mistakes of the past. Lest we be doomed to repeat them, an all that.”
Xavier clenched his teeth until he could feel them grind against one another, but he managed to keep himself together. He refused to rise to the bait Rhys dangled in front of him. The whelp had barely been out of Pampers during the events three years ago.
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