Chapter 1
The front door shut harder than I meant it to and Dad’s car was already gone down the drive.
The house smelled like whiskey and cologne and grease from whatever they fried earlier.
Lucian had his sleeves shoved up and a glass hanging in his fingers.
Logan sat forward on the couch like he was ready to stand. Luca was at the bar cart pouring.
All three of them looked at me at once.
“There she is,” Lucian said. “Come sit before we finish this bottle without you.”
“I’m not staying long,” I said, and my bag was already on the floor by the door so the lie sat there stupid.
Logan snorted. “Your dad said a few days. Sit your ass down, Angela.”
Luca held up a short glass with amber in it and ice clicking. “One. Then water.”
“She doesn’t need that,” Logan said.
“She can deci
