[Third Person].
Draven's jaw tightened, the muscles along his neck drawing taut as his eyes swept the room once more, already knowing what he would and wouldn't find.
"She disobeyed me," he said quietly, almost not believing it.
Dennis swore under his breath, the word vicious and unrestrained. "That manipulative witch. I knew it. I knew she wouldn't sit still the second we turned our backs."
His fists clenched at his sides. "She went straight for Meredith."
Draven was already moving. His strides were long and purposeful as he crossed the room, fury simmering beneath his controlled exterior.
"She will not ruin this for my mate."
Dennis followed without hesitation, anger rolling off him openly now. "If you forgive her again after this, I swear—"
"I won't," Draven said flatly, cutting him off.
The doors opened, and the brothers headed straight for the back gardens.
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Meanwhile, the atmosphere at the tree-lined clearing had already shifted.
