Nathan huffed. “That’s my favorite shirt! Even I don’t touch it, and now you’re wearing it—sitting right in front of me like it’s yours.”

Harry tensed as Nathan walked over and grabbed his shirt buttons. Nathan struggled with the fabric while Harry pulled back in shock.

“What are you doing?!”

“Taking what’s mine,” Nathan said.

“Stop it!”

Lilly’s voice cut through the room, firm enough to freeze Nathan in place. She walked over, holding a neatly folded white ...