SADIE.
The atmosphere in the hotel room was tense, and I wasn’t sure how to change it. After Vincent left, Fridge had refused to talk about what had happened, so I decided to indulge in another shower with Rogan while our breakfast was ordered and delivered.
By the time Vincent had returned, we’d showered, dressed and eaten breakfast.
He staggered in, his eyes glazed over from feeding.
I rushed over to him and grabbed his sleeves to steady him. “Vincent, are you okay?”
He nodded and stumbled sideways, falling onto the couch with a chuckle. “I... overindulged.”
Vincent settled onto the couch, threw his head back on the headrest and closed his eyes.
I looked at Rogan, who grimaced. I felt the same way. That wasn’t a good sign. If Vincent and Fridge were at odds, our whole family would
