Tension thickened the air in the family’s dining room. Zephyr sat across from Sylvia, his focus narrowing as he tried to ignore the four eyes boring into him, Sylvia’s and Anthony’s.
The large round table was laden with an overwhelming spread of food. Roasted chicken, fresh fruits, milk, vegetables, more than Zephyr could count. Seated beside Anthony was a middle-aged woman, her features composed yet observant. Two other women with striking resemblances to Sylvia were also present, one older, the other younger.
Though no formal introductions had been made, Zephyr could tell their respective positions in the family.
His gaze, however, lingered on the woman beside Anthony. Who was she?
Anthony’s glare was sharp as a dagger, unwavering, piercing straight into him. There was raw anger in h
