Marcus's POV
The sound of a brisk knock followed by my door opening has me looking up from what I was reading on my bed. The look of defeat on Damian's face made me stop short from delivering the witty comment that was about to escape my lips.
"You got a minute?" he asks before he solemnly closes my room door and practically throws himself onto my mattress, face first.
"What's going on with you? Weren't you supposed to be Peter's wingman at the party down the street?" I asked as I watched him slowly turn his face up from the mattress to shoot me a deep scorn.
"And aren't you supposed to be studying for that Management assessment that Dad set up with his people at NYU?" he shot back, pointing at the book in my lap.
Waving the book in my right hand, I lifted a questioning brow as I watc
