The estate had never felt normal. It was always too guarded, too tense, too filled with dangerous people pretending they were not dangerous.
So when Dante announced movie night at dinner, I genuinely thought he had finally lost his mind.
"A what?" I asked flatly.
"Movie night," Dante repeated, cutting into his steak with the calm of someone who had not just said something completely insane. "This pack is one emotional breakdown away from collapsing and I refuse to watch that happen."
Jax barely looked up from his drink. "I am not participating."
"You are," Dante answered without looking away from his plate.
"I would rather get shot again."
Dante pointed his fork toward him with lazy ease that somehow still managed to carry authority. "You say that like it did not already happen twic
