“Go to bed, Tessa. I will deal with you in the morning.” Deal with her. Such a hassle. Such an inconvenience. “Sure thing, brother,” she retorted, spinning on her heel to retreat to the primary bedroom. “Good gods, Tessa. You do have a death wish tonight, don’t you?” Axel barked, his tone somewhere between shocked and amused. Tessa let out her own humorless laugh. “Compared to these last few weeks, death would be a welcome reprieve at this point.”
