"Do we know what time he is coming?"

At the mention of Rogue Harry slammed a glass down onto the kitchen counter, his knuckles turning white as he gripped it tightly. "Can two minutes not pass without the mention of him? We're going to have to endure him for a whole damn evening, we don't have to-"

"Harry!" Greyson said sharply, his voice raised and stern. Surprisingly, Harry stopped talking and looked at Greyson with narrowed eyes.

"What?" Harry spit out through clenched teeth.

"You need to remain calm tonight."

"Calm? You're really telling me to remain calm?" Harry hissed. "Are you fucking joking, Greyson? After all that he has...