Two dayslater
I straightenmy jacket and tie and clear my throat as I look at myself in the rearview mirror. “How do I look?”
“Like dogshit,” Xavier responds, rolling his eyes.
I grimace at him through the mirror. “Shut up.”
Orion shoves Xavier with his elbow. “You know you don’t mean that.”
“Fine, you look fine. Can we go in now?”
“He’s just nervous for ‘the talk.’” Orion makes quotation marks with his fingers.
“He’s not the only one,” Sunny muses, and she winks before stepping out of my car.
“Let’s go.” Xavier and Orion walk out too, so I follow them toward the big house where her parents live. The size of the house alone is intimidating, not to mention the guards standing at the front of the gates.
They let us in, and I keep my head held high as we walk across the path toward the door, where someone is already waiting for us.
“Sunny, Xavier, Orion.” Some lanky dude with short red hair looks me up and down. “Foley, right?”
“Call me Atreus,” I reply, smiling.
“Okay, Atreus, name’s Milo, nice to meet you. Hope you’re ready,” he muses, and he opens the door farther. “Welcome to our home, hope you enjoy your stay, however long it lasts. You never know how fast someone dies here.”
I narrow my eyes at him as I pass him, and he shrugs. “It’s a joke.”
“Right.”
“Everyone’s waiting in the living room.”
Everyone.
As in fucking every single one of their families, including Felix Rivera.
I swallow away the lump in my throat as we enter the living room.
Can’t wait to get this fucking over with.
The stares are what make me stop in my tracks. They’re all sitting on the couch and chairs in the corner, waiting for me to do the talking.
“Hello,” I say.
“That’s all? Hello?” Sunny’s mother, Lana, growls. “You arrested my daughter, and you think you can just come here and talk with us?”
“I was the one who brought him, so blame me,” Sunny says.
“Get that fucker out of here,” Felix says, pulling a cigarette from his pocket. “I’ve seen enough of his face.”
“Now hold your horses, let’s see what he has to say first,” Blaine, Orion’s dad, says as he pours himself a strong drink. “There must be a reason she wanted to bring him along.”
“To apologize, I hope,” an older guy with black roots and white hair says. I think he’s Xavier’s dad.
“Actually, that’s exactly why I’m here,” I say, sucking in a breath.
“Your dad hates my dad, and he sent you to hunt us down,” Silas says.
“Silas …” His mom immediately shushes him.
