The room goes quiet.
Isaak’s expression hardens.
So does mine.
My posture shifts, the easy grin falling away as I level a look at him.
Ophelia stands. “Enough,” she says calmly, her eyes moving between the girls. “You agreed to a truce for this trip. Keep your promise.”
Octavia mutters something under her breath.
Piper stands from beside Hunter, who watches her with a faintly crazed look. It’s disquieting to see his customary control slip, the change evident in a single glance.
“We’re going,” she says simply. Then, she turns to my girl, “All of us. That includes Adelaide. You can manage one evening of civility.”
Octavia folds her arms, clearly sulking, but she doesn’t argue. And she looks so damn cute, fuck, I’m so gone for this woman.
“Let’s go, then,” I hear Ophelia say, and they all head for the stairs.
I stare after them, stunned.
Not just me, everyone. The tension in the room hangs heavy.
A night out.
Fucking hell.
Isaak exhales sharply. “Not a chance.”
“Exactly my sentiment, dear cousin,” I grumble.
Hunter’s voice is flat. “Absolutely not.”
“Over my dead body,” Arlo says.
I snort. “So what’s the plan?”
I narrow my eyes at them. “Actually, as per your continuous statements, you all despise the girls, so I fail to see why it’s suddenly a problem if they’re heading to a club or whatever it is they’ve planned.”
I smirk, watching the collective disbelief on their faces as I purposely antagonise them further.
“You should stay here,” I add pleasantly. “Quiet night in, television, silence… peace.”
I pause, then grin.
“Moi, though? Moi is going to that damned club, because there is no way in fuck my woman is going to a bar alone, surrounded by horny motherfuckers.”
I get to my feet, retrieve a beer from the fridge, and return to find the room seething with anger.
I take my seat again, sip my beer, and endure whatever insufferable rom com Adelaide has put on purely to torture us.
Joke’s on her.
A glance at my eerily unemotional, robot genius cousin tells me he’s enjoying it more than he lets on.
Chapter 32
Milo
