house. Can we elaborate on why you were up there at all?” I blink, not ready to give a name to what we were doing up there. Especially not in the wake of the whole scene here. “Griff?” my brother asks, with a note of pleading in his voice. Griffin shrugs. “I’m not going to speak for Nadia.” Stefan runs a hand through his hair like we just announced the worst news of his life. “Seriously? She’s fourteen years younger than you.” Griffin’s eyes flit to mine again. The look he gives me is like he’s about to throw caution to the wind, jump off a fucking cliff. And he doesn’t disappoint when he
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