HIS INNOCENT DOLL
she called again, louder this time.
The three of them didn't budge.
If anything, they looked even more amused.
Growing up with three overprotective brothers was exhausting. The only thing they seemed to enjoy more than breathing was teasing her.
"Mom!" she calls again, her voice pitching higher, laced with the specific kind of frustration that only siblings can provoke.
Sancho, the eldest, leans a shoulder against the doorframe, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Can you just get out of my face?!" Sahara snaps, stepping forward to poke a finger into Slye’s chest.
Hot Chapters