Zane scowled. “Ivan already said It’s fine–why are you acting like It Isn’t?”

“Because it’s not!” York snapped.

“I don’t care what you say. Ivan says yes, so I’m going!”

“You’re not going!”

“I am!”

“You’re not!”

In the end, all three of them went anyway.

York glared at Ivan as they approached the car. “Why do you get to ride with me? Don’t you have your own driver?”

“York, stop being so stingy!” Zane shot back, sandwiching Ivan between himself and York as they slid into the backseat.

“Annoying tagalongs,” York muttered under his breath.

Ivan simply sighed and shook his head at York, putting on a stern face but staying silent, just watching him.

I

I wouldn’t even be dealing with you.” York huffed, turning to stare

then leaned in closer to Ivan, crowding him a bit. Ivan shifted. awkwardly,

“Ivan:

Alessia?”

finally answered, which made Zane perk up even

a sister too and she’s always picking on me.

Ivan’s whole demeanor softened just mentioning Alessia; his eyes lit

York grumbled,

caught his mumble. “Right, she’s York’s

too.”

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turn around, just gave a small, smug anort, the corners of his

tilted his head, confused. “How can your sister

ask too many

to Ivan, not

and pulled a picture book from his bag, flipping it

you mine,” York offered, leaning in

and turned the

at him again, but caught sight of Ivan’s long lashes as he stared down, absorbed in the illustrations. Something about the way Ivan looked made York’s annoyance melt away, and he

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