26
Bailey
I had hoped my mother would be at dinner, but it ended up just being Kade, his Uncle Rollin, and me. “Take a seat,” Rollin announced as we walked into the dining room. He held out a chair for me and I sat. What I really wanted to do was shift and rip him apart. It was because of him that my family was dead, not to mention Ryker’s.
Kade took the seat across from me, and Rollin took the head of the table. “Are you hungry?” he asked.
I batted my eyelashes and forced a smile. “Not in the least.”
His smile faded, his annoyance just under the surface. “Pity. I had hoped to have a civil dinner tonight. Very well, if you don’t eat, I’m sure my son will be more than happy to shove it down your throat. Either way, you will do as I say.”
“Your son?” I glanced back and forth, from Kade
