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"Shame on you!" Mason whisper-hissed. "Fighting over a suit when our mate is peacefully eating breakfast downstairs!"

"But he picked his best suit and my worst!" Wyatt whined. "He didn't even ask us for any input!"

"Dude, Idid!" Ash insisted. "And you all agreed that I could pick out the accessories to go with our black suits."

"No, you didn't! I remember saying yes to you picking out the accessories forour suits. You never said the word black!"

Poor Ash. I put my palm over my face and shook my head.I imagine hedidtell his brothers he wanted the black suits, but only inside his head during one of his internal monologues. Then he forgot that he didn't actually say it out loud.

ADHD problems,Lark snickered.

Shush, wolfie.

"Yes, I did!" Ash snarled. "It's how we came to the compromise that you'd wear a vest and tie so long as you could still wear sneakers!"

"I remember that, too, but you didnotsay black!"

"Did so!"

"Did not!"

"Did so!"

"Did not!"

"Did so!"

And Cole is going to lose his temper in 5, 4, 3, 2—

"SHUT UP! Goddess, you're both so annoying!"

Lark smirked, and I grinned. So predictable, my mates.

"But hedeliberatelybrought along his sexiest suit and my worst—"

"Dude, I didn't! I swear! I didn't even know you hated your black suit. Look, the next time we go to a royal coronation, you can pick out the color."

"And how often do we do that, moron?"

Now Ash will apologize because he's just like Sid and can't stand for one of his brothers to be mad at him.

"Okay, any formal occasion when we want to coordinate," Ash adjusted his offer. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just wanted us to present a strong, united front and look good doing it. I'm sorry."

And Wyatt will accept his apology, but won't be able to let it go without a little snark.

"Sorry, too, for getting mad," Wyatt mumbled. "I'll wear the damn suit. Just, next time, bring my blue one. It makes my eyes pop and I look hot as f—"

"Language!" Cole and Mason both barked, and I giggled into my hand.

Right then, the doorbell rang, and I thought nothing of hopping off the barstool and heading to the entryway. I could smell who it was, and I was decently covered in Ash's ginormous t-shirt and a pair of soft shorts.

"Posy?" Mason called down from upstairs. "Don't you dare open that—"

"It's only Uncle Link," I called back over my shoulder before I turned the knob.

As soon as I opened the door, I knew something was wrong. My uncle's hands trembled as sweat trickled down his face, and the strong odor of fear and despair nearly knocked me over.

"What happened?" I asked with wide eyes.

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