"What the hell are you doing here?" Charles's low growl filled the corridor, followed by the steady, muted thuds of his heels against the carpet as he headed straight toward Antony.
After leaving Room 2, he'd been startled to spot two familiar silhouettes walking toward Room 1. Kaija's shimmering honey blonde hair wasn't a surprise, but the unmistakable chestnut of the tall man beside her froze him in place.
Not only had that bastard half-brother of his dared to return to this floor, he'd even pressed his lips to her forehead.
"I'm fulfilling my responsibilities toward my trainee, as you can see," Antony said with an easy shrug, a smirk tugging at his lips as he savored the look on Charles's face. "We wrapped up our session rather late today, and I wanted to make sure she got back safely."
Charles stopped an arm's length away. This punk was using that same "responsibilities" excuse again.
