Page 11 of Consort's Glory
Kaz offered her a slow blink — his version of a smile. “You might have met my kin, then.”
“Maybe.”
Theodore scowled at his brother, who only arched one heavy black eyebrow in response. Gritting his teeth against the need to draw her attention back into him, he steered her towards the passenger door.
Opening it for her, he reluctantly released her nape to usher her in. When Margot’s scratched legs swung inside, he checked to make sure her coat and dress wouldn’t be caught before he gently closed the door.
Theodore turned to eye the man currently hiding his amusement under his usual grim expression. “How come you got a warmer greeting than I did?”
Kaz didn’t miss a beat. “Because I’m the handsome brother, remember?”
Theodore showed his fangs. “Fuck off.”
“Do I get to take your pretty witch with me?”
Only years of rigid self-discipline and a lifetime of dealing with Kaz’s dry humor stopped Theodore from shoving his brother into the side of the car. Walking around the trunk to grasp the handle of the other passenger door, he shot his brother a narrow-eyed glare. “Drive, Kaz, before I decide I don’t need twobrothers anymore.”
“You could try, but then Sam would be the handsome brother.”
Seeing as he had a beautiful consort waiting for him in the backseat, about to be tucked into the protective cocoon of his Tower, he didn’t bother with a reply. Yes, Kaz and Sam were the pretty ones, but Theodore had Margot.
He didn’t need anything more.
