Jason's POV
After Roman went to that bitch's room and Kael went to his study, I looked at Lucian.
Without saying a word to each other both of us walked towards the wooden stand in the drawing room that always had our trench coats hung on it and put them on.
We were used to this wordless communication between us. We could read and understand each other's thoughts without a mistake, better than even real brothers could do.
"I am coming with you two as well," Rafe jumped up from the sofa, securing the black leather jacket he was wearing. "It's been a while since I witnessed a proper bloodbath."
The bastard caught on quickly. No surprise there—his mind thrived in chaos, especially when blood was about to be spilled.
We didn't bother stopping him. He would've followed us regardless.
"Just stay back and watch," Lucian told him flatly.
"Don't worry. I'm full today. I don't want any filthy blood touching me," Rafe replied with a crooked grin, already moving ahead of us.
