Zyran sighed internally. He already knew where this was going.
Violet was about to throw a fit, twist the story to her advantage, and frame him—like she always did. And the worst part? His parents would believe her.
His fondness for mortals was no secret. It was practically legendary. He spent more time in their realm than he did in the underworld. He even owned a city there—though no one knew about it. If his father, Anubis, ever found out, he'd be permanently banned from setting foot in the mortal world.
Which meant he needed to handle this carefully.
So, Zyran turned to his little sister, studying her closely. She looked like she was seconds away from bursting into tears, her lip wobbling, eyes shimmering with unshed frustration.
He groaned. Not this again.
"Violet," he said, voice slow and measured, "before you start crying and ruining my peace, consider this—what exactly would I gain from stealing your clothes for a lover?"
