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The longer I looked down at her thin frame and honest smile, the more I believed she’d in fact made peace with the past. Davina grew aware of my silence, and her posture hesitated while her eyes questioned.
Her reactions gave it all away, leaving nothing for me to hunt or search for. It was an easy feat to read her. Too easy, and with these men, it was a crucial tool to learn how to mask emotions.
I could help her with that.
Putting her at ease, I smiled back, and her spirits lifted.
Davina’s flowy black dress swiveled and, her hand lifted and met the chest of the blue-eyed and blond-haired man who’d trapped her in this hell. Ilias.
His stance was nothing more than protective as he held her close to him, but his eyes were the softest I’d seen with her so near.
Love. They could have fooled me.
“Davina, Ilias,” I said politely.
“And I’m Viktor.”
My gaze slid away from them to the man who closed the distance from the back of the room to us. When his hand stretched out in broad daylight while standing next to Ilias, I saw their uncanny resemblance.
Out of the four brothers,theyshared blood. They shared blue eyes and blond hair, although Viktor’s was a tone darker, but their Russian features mingled in kin.
I took his hand, shook it, and he smiled respectfully before letting go.
“I’m sure you know Arlo.” Viktor’s hand extended outwards to the asshole by the table.
“Katia,” Lucca warned quietly in my hair.
My smile stretched, a fraud.
“Arlo.”
“Vitelli.”
Everyone stilled.
Lucca’s hold stiffened.
Davina’s teeth trapped her lips as her chest rose in distress. Ilias’s eyes blazed at the sight, and Viktor closed his eyes briefly as if he knew what Arlo had started.
My wrist no longer felt pain, it only wanted to cause it as my fingertips traced my hidden blade.
He’d said it as a reminder to all who stood before me, and as the air turned foul and stiff, I remained controlled by his disrespect and attempt to belittle me.
“Arlo,” Lucca threatened.
Arlo raised his palms in fake innocence while I thought of the right words to approach him. I had nothing. He’d just stated a fact.
I smirked instead.
“I’m famished.” I gazed up at Lucca and his demeanor calmed seeing how I’d ignored his brother, but something in his eyes still held conflict. “We should take our seats and get ready for lunch.”
“Maybe instead of wearing lunch you’ll get the chance to eat it this time.”
Lucca’s hand tugged as I let go of his eyes to chase Arlo’s mockery. I slipped through his finger in one determined step to face Arlo.
“Enough,” Lucca barked.
Arlo and I stood across the table with hatred-filled eyes.
