Alexander's POV

"Don’t you like them?" Harper asks, his voice tinged with wounded pride as he lifts his foot to admire his new sneakers.

I exhale a weary sigh and flick my gaze over to him for the briefest second before turning away again, rolling my eyes at the ridiculousness of it all. I have no interest in the flashy shoes he just had shipped overnight from Miami by his friend Magnus. He’s been rambling about them since they arrived an hour ago, droning on ...