“Fucking computer eye.” Although, Rin had to admit the accompanying scar was pretty sexy. “You seem to have forgotten how there’s a name attached to the decree. That’s kind of an important detail, brother.”
“We’ll burn down that bridge when we come to it,” he stated absently, holding out the t-shirt he’d been wearing next. “It’s only been a couple of weeks.”
“Tell him that!”
“He’s obsessed with you.” His brother came over himself to remove the earring from Rin’s ear. “You can’t blame him. We’re awesome.”
“We,” Rin growled, “aren’t exactly in this together when he can tell us apart on sight.”
He snorted. “We’re always in everything together.”
“Oh, really?” Rin crossed his arms. “Why’d you want to switch for? And what—”
“Fine,” his brother conceded. “You have your thing with the Imperial Prince, and I have my thing with…” He grinned.
“I hate you.” Rin hated that he was being so damn secretive. “We’ve never kept things from the other before.”
“Isn’t this part of the reason we came to this galaxy? To develop individually?”
“Is that why Sila Varun is suddenly friendly? Sounds a lot like Rin.”
“Andflirty,” his brother emphasized. “Not like Rin at all.”
“Yeah, what’s up with that?” Rin made a face. “I was hit on by like eleven people in the past three days. What, are you suddenly sleeping around?”
“Maybe I’m looking for my own prince,” the way he said it made it clear he was full of shit. “You have to meet the guys at Fornication in an hour.”
“What the hell?” That was the real reason his brother wanted to switch back, wasn’t it. “You’re the one who agreed, you go!”
“Rin agreed,” he stepped back and gave him a once over, “and you, brother, are currently him.”
“You’re lucky this feels better.” Rin tugged on the pants.
His brother quirked a brow, seemingly surprised.
Shit.
“That’s not—”
“Preferences are good,” his brother cut him off. “I happen to have one as well.”
His eyes narrowed. “You’re not telling me…Is this why you’re not mad about the betrothal?”
“That and the fact it’ll set us both for life?” His brother nodded. “Yes. I don’t see why you are. We’ve both spent the week completely ignoring Crate and what’s happened? Nothing. There’ve been no repercussions because he has no hold over us anymore. That’s all thanks to your—”
Rin held up his hand, not wanting to hear him call Kelevra his again. “I knew you were a dick, but pimping out your brother, seriously?”
He went still, his whole demeanor changing at the drop of a hat. The room seemed to chill, and when he spoke, his voice was deadpan and hollow. “Is he not good to you? Do you not like it?”
“No.” Rin ran a hand through his hair, seeing his mistake. “That’s not it.”
“He took advantage of you,” his brother tipped his head, darkness flickering in his gaze, a look he often kept hidden since Rin wasn’t capable of conjuring it himself, “but since you’re into that sort of thing, I let it pass. Was that a mistake? If someone hurts us—”
“Enough,” he exhaled. “I didn’t mean it, okay? Besides, the second he actually does something I don’t like, you know I’ll handle it myself.”
“You don’t have what it takes to be a killer, brother.”
“If someone hurts us?” Rin countered. “Hell yeah, I do.”
