DAMIEN’S POV
“So, you’re really not going to call her?”
Marcus lounged on the couch in my office, his feet in the air. He nursed a glass of brandy in his hand.
“Get off my couch, Marcus,” I growled. He just laughed off my sour expression.
“You are really as dumb as mother and father,” he said.
Immediately, he cast an apologetic look in my direction. My scowl intensified.
“Oh, s**t. Damien, I am sorry-”
“What did I tell you about comparing me to those monsters?”
Marcus sighed and got up from the couch clumsily. It was a miracle he didn’t spill the brandy. He approached me and placed a hand on my shoulder.
“Forgive me, big brother. That was insensitive.”
I shrugged him off. “I do not care about the sentiment behind it.”
Marcus rolled his eyes. “Right. And I suppose you don’t fe
