I follow Ronan into the dining room, my steps slowing as I take in the scene.
His brothers are already gathered around the long wooden table, deep in conversation. The tension in the room is subtle but unmistakable, their voices low and serious as if discussing something important. Well, everyone except Silas.
He's completely absorbed in the tablet propped in front of him, eyes scanning the screen with an intensity that makes it look like the fate of the world depends on whatever he's reading.
"Boys, you know the rules. No work at dinner."
Ronan's voice cuts through the conversation instantly.
Silas doesn't even look up.
Ronan sighs.
"Silas."
Nothing.
"Silas."
A beat passes before he finally blinks and drags his gaze away from the screen.
"What?"
Jasper snorts into his drink.
