Yara Quillan looked with exasperation at the mountain of supplies piled up inside Lucian Sloan's villa. "Lucian, I'm living in the dorms. I don't need all this."
"It's fine. If you don't need it now, just leave it here and come get it later. You used to say you couldn't live in my house because you were studying on the mainland, but you've transferred here now. You don't have any reason to refuse, do you?" Lucian Sloan said, pulling a set of keys from his pocket. He grabbed Yara Quillan's hand and pressed them into her palm. "My home is your home. Don't give me any excuses. I'm not listening, and I don't care to understand."
"Take good care of yourself, and don't let anyone bully you again. If you didn't always insist on being independent, I'd just take you with me everywhere like when we were kids."
"Lucian..."
"If you ever need anything, you have to call me. Don't try to handle things all on your own. Don't forget, you've got us three big brothers watching your back."
