I glanced at my brother. His gaze had landed on a hybrid walking toward the arena. Blond and built, the hybrid looked back, his smile welcoming. I smirked. “And just what is happening there?” A hint of color touched Tibris’s cheeks. “Nothing,” he muttered. Tibris was notoriously closed-mouthed about his romantic life. I studied the hybrid. Tibris elbowed me again. “Don’t even think about it.”
