"I texted you," Jordan said wearily as he latched and bolted the door behind Dominic and watched through the peephole to make sure their father staggered into the elevator. "I guess you didn't get to check your phone."

He pushed his hands through his hair and came over, flopping down on the floor next to Hadyn. "Let me see your throat." Not that he'd know what he was looking at; in fact, Hadyn would know better what was to be done. But it was part of their horrible tradition after Dominic. And Jordan was the older brother; he was supposed to take care of Hadyn at times like this.