Lydia didn't even argue. With a long-suffering sigh, she pressed the speakerphone button and set the phone down on the bed between them.
Arthur leaned back, his eyes catching hers. There was something in the way Lydia's shoulders had squared, the way her jaw was set, that told him this conversation wasn't going to end in peace.
And he didn't mind. He never did. He found it strangely satisfying, watching her spar with Philip. As powerful as Lydia was, her brother was a force in his own right—and when they clashed, it was like watching two great storms collide.
It was entertaining.
