Page 141 of Whispers of Wisteria
“You didwhat?”
Bryce took a step back at the onset of rage being leveled at him, but recovered quickly. He braced himself, setting his jaw, as he regained his ground.
I sighed, drumming my fingers lightly against the table. I’d just been following the chore chart Bianca left for me when Gregory arrived with some paperwork for Damen.
Then he’d found out Bianca was gone and lost his shit.
On Bryce, though. Because he was the one who’d technically allowed it.
“Isaid, I told Bianca it was okay to go out with Gloria,” Bryce replied, an edge to his voice. “So?”
“I forbade them from working together,” Gregory snapped, his aura retreating. “You knew that, as Bianca doesn’t understand. What gave you the right to override my orders?”
Brayden, who’d been standing in the middle but away from the two men, looked between them, then allowed his attention to remain on Bryce.
“Youcalledmefor help,” Bryce said, crossing his arms. “So I made my own decision. One that, might I remind you, is mine to make—”
Oh great.
I put my head on the table.
Bryce was wrong.
Sure, he might be the heir to the Dubois house. But Gregory was the Stephens representative in this realm and had Oliver’s full authority.
Since both houses had weight in fae family dynamics, and Bryce wasn’t the patriarch yet, technically, Gregory outranked him.
Then again, Bryce and Bianca were married. So he might try—
“—since she’s my wife!” Bryce stepped forward and placed his hand over his heart.
Brayden made a face, and I sighed. I had no one to blame but myself.
Plus, Bryce was still wrong. He had to know it. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be acting so dramatic.
To my surprise, Gregory didn’t press the issue.
“It is the wrong decision,” he said instead. His attention flickered to the kitchen door, as if expecting Bianca to appear. “Where did they go exactly?”
Did it matter? The whole argument was just so dumb. Cécile was harmless.
It was obvious that Gloria was easing Bianca into working together with an easy mission.
And she’d looked adorable with her braids and the little bells.
Bryce paused, opening his mouth briefly, before he finally answered, “I didn’t ask.”
I sat up and frowned as Gregory’s features grew heavier.
What was his problem?
He turned in my direction, and I felt Damen tense beside me as the fae glared at him.
Gregory was usually controlled, but there had been some times in the past…
“Recall her here now,” he demanded.
“What?” Damen frowned.
