"Well, that's good to hear," Alvin replied, arms crossing over his chest. His tone remained even, but at the corners of his eyes, a slight tension betrayed the irritation simmering just beneath the carefully held composure.
Alvin Dalmenton, Family Head, master of countless battles and storms, a man praised for his unshakeable steadiness - yet even he felt the prick of Jason's needling today. His jaw tightened, barely a millimeter, but enough for Rivera to notice. Enough for Blitz to feel the vibration of annoyance through the air like a tuning fork.
The restrained yet not broken Blitz squeezed out one furious squeak - a sound that quivered like a spark trying to ignite a wildfire. In that small, trembling cage of a body, he swore an oath - an oath forged of indignation and tiny, trembling rage - that the day would come when he'd kick that whole smug family straight into the floor.
