“You slept with Orion’s sister.” Ambrose’s voice carried far more reproach than Caspian had anticipated.

“It happened, and I regret nothing. She—she fits.”

“She fits?” Ambrose repeated, skepticism lacing every word.

“Yeah, like... she just fits. In my arms. If I strapped her to my chest, she’d fit perfectly. Oh, and the sex? Incredible.”

Ambrose didn’t hold back his disbelief. “You hate ...