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“You sure? Keep calling me a whore and you’ll find out.”
She scowls. “The man is the head of a literal criminal empire, and I get dinged for a having a fucking drink at a private family dinner? It’s such bullshit.”
“Gotta draw the line somewhere,” I say with a grin. “It’s what separates us from the animals. Right?” I glance at Kratos, who shakes his head with mock sadness.
“It’s us or the monkeys, Callie.”
She rolls her eyes. “Me having a pomegranate martini is not going to make society devolve into troops of monkeys.” As if to prove her point, she takes a sip of the purplish cocktail in her hand before letting her eyes wander back to me.
“Hey, by the way, how was Elsa the other night?”
Ex-fucking-cuse me?
“I heard you were hanging out at her place.”
Oh,thatnight.
“I saw Eva Petrakis at lunch a few days ago. Apparently you almost made her little brother Theo piss himself.”
I shrug. “I was just dropping off some paperwork. Theo was trying to get Elsa’s little sister high. She’s only fifteen.”
Kratos arches a brow. “Elsa has a little sister?”
“I know, right? News to me too.”
Callie rolls her eyes. “Oh my god, how did you guys not know that?”
“How didyou?”
“Umm, because we hang out? She’s actually really cool.”
I simmer. “She’s actuallynot, by any definition, cool.”
“Why, because she wouldn’t blow you within four minutes of meeting you at some gross club, like the typical woman you go for?”
You’d be surprised…
“I mean, hewasat her house at ten o’clock at night,” Kratos grins.
“True.” Callie shoots me a warning look. “Seriously, don’t perv on Elsa. She’s a friend.”
I gasp loudly. “Oh shit, Callie! Here comes Ares.”
“Yeah, better hide the evidence,” Kratos mutters.
Callie’s eyes widen frantically, and in one gulp she downs the rest of her drink, trying not to choke as she turns to set the empty glass on a side table.
Kratos immediately starts to crack up. Our sister frowns in confusion before she turns to glance over her shoulder.
…To where Ares isnotcoming over.
“Okay seriously,fuck youboth.”
* * *
Twenty minutes later—afterAresdoesfinally arrive, with Neve on his arm and Eilish in tow—we hear the familiar sound of Dimitra hitting the small brass dinner bell on the sideboard, signifying that dinner is served.
We all take our seats. We laugh, we eat, we drink. And life is fucking good. Or at least, as good as it gets for me, I guess.
