I've always preferred my foxies to be a bit older.

Luka pov

I'm a mess. A bundle of nerves and tension, but all my beloved brother does is grin and keep his mouth shut. Isn't that ironic? For once, he's silent, and so it happens that Lenox has chosen silence when all I need is for him to run his mouth.

I raise an eyebrow, just barely holding onto the last remnants of my patience. This guy should better start talking, or I don't bear responsibility for what's going to happen to him.

Lenox takes a deep breath and shakes his head, "Listen, Luka, I don't want to alarm you, but I think you should know this..." He pauses and places a hand over his chest as if about to announce the news of someone's death. "Brother, dearest, I suspect something crawled up your ass while you were sleeping. Don't freak out right away, but I suspect it died there."

I stare at him dumbfounded. Why did I assume Lenox would have anything serious to share with me?

Obviously, he knows something, details I'd like to find out without him putting on a whole show, b