“He’s never happy unless he’s the focus of attention in a room,” Isaac said after he swallowed his food, speaking to Constans. “I have come to realize that.” Constans schooled his features and refused to let on how amused he was by the situation. “Perhaps we should indulge your brother before he has a stroke. He’s looking a bit tense.” “Once Milly gets here. And she can hurry up,” Angel sighed. “My life is surreal.” Simeon put a hand on his mate’s shoulder, offering comfort.
