"Let's go," I order.
"Where?" Brax questions.
I cross the room and open another door. I step into the hall and then turn my head. "Are you coming?"
Vlad steps into the hallway next to me.
Brax and Sean exchange glances.
I shrug. "Suit yourselves." I take a few more steps.
"Wait up," Brax calls out.
I stop until they're in the hall and then lead them to my royal quarters. I open the door to the main area and pick up the phone.
"Good morning, Your Majesty. May I help you?" a woman's voice answers.
I reply, "Brunch for four, please."
"Yes, sir. Anything else?" she asks.
"No, thank you." I hang up and go to the bar. I pour two tumblers of vodka and two whiskeys. I hand Vlad the vodka, then the whiskeys to Sean and Brax. I grab mine and take too large of a mouthful. It burns all the way to my stomach, and I grimace.
"Pussy," Sean mutters, then downs a large mouthful, trying not to wince himself.
I grunt. "Who's the pussy?"
"You're all pussies," Vlad states, finishing his glass in three mouthfuls and never once making a face.
Brax chuckles. "Vlad's a true alcoholic or has no taste buds."
Vlad grins. "I'm true Russian—a real man."
Brax nods and drinks half of his, wincing slightly.
I point at the table. "Please. Sit."
Brax grabs the back of a chair, turns it, and sits. Vlad sits next to him.
Sean hesitates.
I shrug. "Fine. Stand the entire time." I grab the decanters of vodka and whiskey, set them on the table, and grab a seat.
Sean eventually gives in and takes the last chair.
I refill Vlad's tumbler, then top off the others. I take another sip and lean back, studying Sean.
"If you're going to stare at me the entire time, I'm leaving," he says.
I curl my fists.
Think of Fiona.
I resist the urge to slap him, and uncurl my fingers. I inch forward, tap the table, and challenge, "Do you want to make this harder or easier on your sister?"
Rage fills his features. He barks, "If you lay a hand on my sister, I'll slice you to pieces, then feed you your balls."
"I would never hurt, Fiona. Get your head out of the gutter."