Hearing the whine in his brother's voice, Julian glanced at his pale face. "Let me see," he said, reaching out to tilt Grayson's head and inspect the swelling.
"Wow. She's got some real strength on her." Julian's gentle brows rose, genuinely impressed.
"How many girls today hit that hard? Means she's not fragile. That's a good thing."
Grayson: "..."
Julian let go, his gentle expression full of approval for Isla.
"Brother, I'm your actual blood. Your own flesh and blood got assaulted, and this is your reaction?"
"Should I have the butler check if Isla's hand is sore instead?"
Grayson's brow twitched with fresh irritation. He decided he was done talking.
Seeing him go quiet with frustration, Julian offered gently, "All right, it's late. Go get some rest."
"Not a chance. I'd rather s
