Once everyone had found their spots in Roland’s room, Creed stood up, grinning. “Because I am a lovely brother, I am getting you all drinks, and Lyric, you are coming with me.”
“We’re not related,” Claire said, frowning a little.
"You are the piece of s**t, sister," he said, pointing at Claire. "You're the moody teen." He was pointing at Kaito. "You are the perfect son." That was aimed at Zeke. "Roland is the troublemaker son. And Lyric is the cute little brother that we all spoil."
Lyric didn’t get much chance to deny the request as Creed grabbed and hauled him out of the room. When they got to the kitchen, Creed groaned. “Left my wallet, be right back.”
Lyric nodded and popped his head into the kitchen, where Felicity washed the dishes she had used to bake. She would hand them to hi
