I waved to her and she jogged over, her hand locked in Darius’s as she pulled him along, his black and gold swim shorts the only thing he wore and I couldn’t help but smirk at their matching tattoos. My sister had gone freaking soft on that Dragon even if she had chosen to display it in a badass way instead of a soppy one. Orion shifted beneath me as Tory dropped down onto the lounger beside ours and Darius looked to him as he remained standing. “Hey, brother,” he said,
