The malice in his voice was barely concealed beneath a veneer of casual mockery. Nicholas had clearly been drinking, and alcohol had loosened whatever restraints usually kept his resentment in check.
Calden said nothing. His face was half-shrouded in shadows, but the tension in his posture suggested he was no more pleased with the situation than Nicholas was, though he was handling it with considerably more restraint.
“Shut up!” Daniel growled at Nicholas. “Don’t talk to her like that!”
“It’s just so typical,” Nicholas continued, ignoring Daniel’s warning. “Getting a man to fight your battles, like you always do. First Cyric, then Daniel, and now you have a third man in your life. With such a busy dating life, how do you manage to get any work done? Oh, I forgot, your boyfriend
