That smug look lingered across Lachlan's dark features as his smirk widened. His dark eyes never leaving me for a second as he watched me move along the corridor. “Alright, Ren.” He nodded at me, before raising his coffee mug to me.
Without further acknowledgement of him, I quickly continued striding along the corridor, before my anger well and truly bubbled out of control. I did not know what he was doing here, and I did not need him here. Marching into the kitchen to find my brother tossing one of the pancakes as I did, he looked up at me with a welcoming smile. The lightness in his face only to be brought down by me as I snapped. “What is he doing here?”
Cole’s eyes rolled upward, like he was sick of my words. It was something I had asked him multiple times before. I hated the sight
