DIEGO slammed his hands on the table.
"Selena?!"
Valeric nodded.
"So, she wants you to divorce your wife and marry her. In exchange, she won't tell our father," Nix asked.
Valeric nodded again.
"And are you going to do that?"
"No."
"Of course he's not!" Diego seethed with burning violet eyes. "Fuck, I hate that bitch."
"Language." Nix shot him a nasty eye-raise.
"Don't tell me what to do!"
A low grunt fled from him, and he took a seat next to Nix. "Brother, what will you do about Selena then?" His eyes gleamed. "Father is behind her, so she doesn't think anyone can hurt her. It's getting to her head."
Valeric tapped the side of his head, studying the pissed-off look on Diego's face. "His yearly moonlit ball is soon, right?"
"Mhm, in a few weeks." Nix nodded, leaning an elbow on the table.
"I'll take her to the ball with me," Valeric said.