We leave my room and head downstairs toward the bar. A bunch of bikers are lounging around, smoking and drinking. They all look up as we descend, their eyes following Haru curiously. I glance at her. She’s shut down completely, and I start to regret telling her what my brother planned.
We walk into the kitchen, and I immediately want to turn around.
My dad, my brother, Iren, and Wilhelm are sitting at the kitchen table with a few others.
“Hey Le—”
“Don’t talk to me,” I cut off my brother and head toward the food on the kitchen counter. I grab plates for Haru and me. She accepts hers silently, ignoring the stares.
I pour two mugs of coffee. After loading our plates, we walk to a table and sit down—far from the other bikers still staring.
“Sooooo, what’s your name?” Iren asks, trying t
