Trouble In Paradise

Lucien rolled with his eyes.

The ship was set to depart in fifteen minutes. Just what were they doing so late in Florentine???

"And why are you making Milroy work during our vacation?" Lucien furrowed his brows in confusion.

"It's our vacation, not his," Ronan answered lightly with a shrug.

"..."

Poor Milroy.

Annalynne and Lowell made it three minutes before the ship closed its gate and sailed off. They bought a lot of things from the town. Mainly cakes and chocolates and all sorts of candies.

Her cheeks glowing red from running all the way back to the ship, Annalynne panted heavily when she arrived at the suite.

As soon as she got back, she grabbed her brother.

"Lulu... Huff, huff... We need to talk. Huff, huff... I need to talk... I mean..."

"I get it, take a breath first," Lucien pulled Anna to the living room couch.

Annalynne shot Ronan a poisonous look.

"Please grant us some privacy, Alpha Ronan."