“Where’s Robbie?” I ask, realizing he’s not here, and not just sleeping in.
“He had some ‘Alpha s**t’ to take care of, as he so eloquently put it,” Oliver tells me, mocking my brother.
“And when do you have to get back to work?” I ask Seth, knowing that he will have plenty of his own 'Prince s**t' soon.
Seth just smirks at me. “Honestly, that depends on how long it takes to work things out with my dad. He’s willing to let me get away with anything if I tell him it makes you happy.”
“If you have things you need to do, you can go,” I tell him, feeling guilty that I’m keeping him from important matters. “I’ll be fine, really.”
“Absolutely not, Molly,” Seth says, offended. “I just marked you, I thought you were going to die. I’m not leaving you to go work. Not yet.”
I smile at him
