Chapter 102
Ember
"See? I told you," I say, pointing a fork dramatically at the two men approaching the table. "They were totally fucking."
Kellan nearly chokes on his toast, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter.
Across the hall, Tristan goes crimson from the throat to the tips of his ears. Nate, on the other hand, lifts his chin like a smug little princeling—glowing, satisfied, walk-of-victory written into every step.
"We can hear you, Embie," Nate says as he slides gracefully into his chair.
"That's the point," I sing back, taking another bite of my eggs.
Kellan snickers beside me.
"It's breakfast," Tristan mutters stiffly, looking at literally anything except the amused eyes watching him. "Could we not—"
"Should've thought about that before," I cut in sweetly.
"The whole estate heard your back shots. I'm shocked he can still walk. What was that he said again, honey?"
Kellan turns to me without missing a beat.
"'Whodoyoubelong—'"
Tristan is gone.
Just gone.
