Grayson stared at the tablet screen as if Silas had just announced an invading army at the gates. His dark eyebrows pulled together into a severe line, and his posture straightened so fast that the bright yellow duck apron stretched tight across his chest.
"He dares to set foot on my grounds at this hour?" Grayson murmured, his deep voice echoing with dramatic peril. "Does this woodland creature not possess a home? Does he not hibernate during the winter months like the rest of his fairy species?"
"Grayson, it is ten o'clock in the morning," Mailah said, trying very hard to hold back a giggle as she reached for her glass of water. "And Ethan came with Soren. You literally paid them to check on my leg."
"Morrison is our long-time family doctor!" Grayson declared haughtily, tapping the screen to end the call with Silas. "That phoenix healer has served the Ashford line for centuries! But bringing a fairy therapist into my private sanctuary is an act of pure treason!"
