“Lauren?!” Alec said when we walked into the sitting room. He glared at his older brother, tone mocking. “Ohhhhh, I see how it is. ‘It’s not anything serious.’ ‘Don’t worry about it.’ ‘Mind your business, you nosy asshole.’” Greg, whom I hadn’t seen in years, snorted. “You are a nosy asshole.” Beside him, Stefan nodded in agreement. Alec glared at them. “Fuck you both.”
