Owen
I knock on the door to my father’s study. His booming voice calls from inside for me to enter, and I do as he says. As always.
I’m surprised though to find he’s not the only one inside as I close the door behind me.
“Owen,” Father says, from the head of his conference table, “thank you for coming so quickly. It seems as if your brother and your mate have something for us.”
I turn to Diego and Ava sitting next to each other to his right.
Diego pushes his chair back far enough to kick his feet up on the table.
Our father scowls at the motion, but Diego only smiles. “Don’t look so stricken, brother. Take a seat.”
“I’d rather stay standing for bad news,” I retort.
“Owen,” Father chastises. “I understand making such an assumption about Diego, but your mate is involved, so it can
