CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE
~NICO~
By the time I took my seat at the head of the table, everyone was already there.
I noticed it immediately. Not just who was present, but how they sat, what they wore, who looked at whom. It was a habit I had never been able to shake. One that had kept me alive more times than I cared to count.
Enzo lounged to my right, sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, a glass of whiskey already in hand. He looked relaxed, almost careless, but I knew better. He was watching every movement in the room.
Sienna sat beside Enzo, her posture ramrod straight, hands folded too neatly in her lap. She had chosen something softer tonight, a light dress that made her appear younger, almost fragile. But her eyes kept flicking toward me every few seconds. She was worried. She was t
