Adrein.
That very bitch who had shot me was sitting right in front of me, as if nothing had ever happened. As if she had not torn through my life and then simply vanished without consequence, only to reappear now in the most infuriating way possible.
My grip tightened at the sight of her.
There was absolutely no way I was going to sit through dinner with her. No way. The thought alone made my blood boil, my chest tightening with restrained fury as I struggled to keep myself from reacting immediately.
Around me, I didn't even need to look closely to know I wasn't the only one feeling it. The reactions from my brothers said it all. The tension in their posture, the way their eyes hardened, the silence that followed Noah's last command—it all confirmed that they were thinking exactly what I was thinking.
This was wrong.
Noah, however, looked worse than all of us combined.
