ADRIAN
The scent of roasted venison hits me first, rich, seasoned, and impossible to ignore. I step into the dining room a beat too late, and sure enough, all three of them are already seated. Father sits at the head of the long mahogany table like a carved statue of disapproval. Zeus slouches across from Darian, his boots kicked up like he owns the place. Darian, as always, sits like a shadow, silent, unreadable.
“You’re late. Again,” Father says without looking up from his plate.
I scratch the back of my head with a lazy grin. “Got… caught up with something.”
Zeus snorts. “Let me guess. Another one of your charming ‘entanglements’? Half the female population at college thinks you belong to them.”
I roll my eyes as I sink into the chair beside Darian. “You’re just jealous because you
