Ian, Sebestian and Lucien, found themselves on the upper balcony as they looked down at the scene below. Leaning against the intricately designed wrought-iron railing, the trio clutched glasses of aged whiskey, sighing in unison. Until a month ago, all of the Frost brothers had been single as far as the public was aware and now two of them were taken off the market. The other three, who had assumed they had all the time in the world to sow their wild oats suddenly felt as if they were being stared at by all those little miss' ready to marry them.
Ian, narrowed his eyes at Demon and shook his head in disappointment," I never expected Demon to be like this. Why does he look like he wants to turn into a caveman and carry our sister-in-law away while beating his chest and screaming 'mine'?"
Seb snorted at the description and inclined his head," Because he has indeed been guarding her as if she is a treasure and he an ancient dragon."
