Niko stormed into their chambers, Dillion following close behind with a mix of concern and exasperation.
The room was no longer the modest quarters Dillion once had as the Crown Prince's right hand.
Now, as the Emperor's closest confidant, he resided in chambers befitting his elevated status, spacious, elegantly decorated, and designed with regal luxury in mind.
"Come on, Niko," Dillion said, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation after closing the door. "You'll get to hold the babies later. There's no need to throw a tantrum over it. Let the father and babies rest."
Niko whirled around, his amber eyes blazing. His dark hair fell into his face as he glared at Dillion, chest rising and falling with barely contained emotion. "That's not why I'm angry."
Dillion raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a half-smile despite himself. "Oh? Then why are you..."
