BALE'S POV
Bale watched as his brother stood before the bed, his perfect blond hair in its perfect hairstyle.
Never a single strand out of place.
His long and yet masculine lashes framing his face.
His mustache at his chin and above his lips that radiated how handsome he was.
The cleft that hung in between his chin while he despite being twenty six had still not been able to grow a single beard.
Everything about his brother that intimated everyone and annoyed him.
He knew where this was headed.
"Bale." Aiden said in a stern voice. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine." Bale remarked dryly.
"Are you sure you are? You had another epileptic shock. Far from home." Aiden said with a shake of head. "You should have never come."
Bale went red in shame.
He knew this was here Aiden was headed.
He had known it.
With Ruby beside him here, Aiden was going to talk to him like a child.
He could not let that be the impression of him she saw.
