“What do you think, Gray? Got a nickname preference for our new landlord?”
Landlord. Jameson was rubbing it in, like he could handle being disinherited if it meant that the heir apparent had lost everything, too.
“I’m trying to protect you,” Grayson said lowly.
“I think we both know,” Jameson replied, “that the only person you’ve ever protected is yourself.”
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