As Everly blissfully snored, completely oblivious, her family was engaged in a full-blown argument right outside her new bedroom. Anna, Charles, Magnus, and even Sylvia, looking utterly bewildered, emerged from Sylvia's room to find the four brothers locked in a heated debate. Charles fixed his four sons with a stern, questioning gaze.
"What in the blazes is all this commotion about?"
"Dad! Alan's gone rogue! He's moved her room here!"
Sylas practically shrieked, jabbing a finger at Everly's door, his glare impaling Alan.
Charles, Anna, and Sylvia exchanged stunned glances. Alan, the family's resident peacekeeper, the one who navigated life by gracefully sidestepping anything resembling drama, had actually taken initiative? And to place Everly's room next to his? Fury flickered in Sylvia's eyes, quickly masked by a carefully cultivated expression of sorrow.
