By the time we left his office, Grandpa was still enjoying himself, while my husband's scowl deepened as we walked towards his office.
"What's got you so twisted?" I asked, knowing what might have been the cause but not understanding why he was reacting like this.
"Everything. I don't like any of this."
Lucian practically threw the documents onto his desk, clearly annoyed at today's development.
"You realize I should be the one scowling, right?"
Technically speaking, these people probably have it out for my neck. And even Alexa was directly participating.
"Don't drink random drinks, okay?" I figured I'd remind him of her current drugging streak.
"I don't eat or drink random things. Only you do that."
"Wow. Remind me not to be concerned about your well-being."
