Lucius's POV
I turned my head sharply, irritation flaring. "What is it? What now?" My voice was clipped, teeth gritted in frustration. The last thing I needed right now was another distraction, least of all him. My mind was a tangled mess, preoccupied with too much already, and his presence was the final straw.
I shot him a glare as he entered, his ever-annoying smirk plastered across his face. Veryon. My older brother, the one who seemed to take pleasure in taunting me at the worst possible moments.
"Can't you take a hint, brother?" I sneered, folding my arms. "You've already lost. I'd think the eldest would know when to leave with what little dignity he has left."
Veryon's smirk deepened, infuriatingly confident. "I've told you, Lucius. You know why I'm here."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, yes, I'm sure it's for some grand, noble reason. Spare me the theatrics, Veryon. I don't have the patience for your games today."
