CINDY'S POV
Evelyn lifted one elegant hand. “Children, please. Must we do this at breakfast?”
Vicky snorted, stabbing her fork into a berry.
“Pretty sure the banshee started it. Ric, you chilled? Hope ya not suffocating?”
Alaric looked genuinely confused, like a golden retriever who’d just been claimed by a feral cat.
Then he finally found his voice, looking genuinely baffled.
“Uh… yeah, I’m good, thanks.”
Damian still hadn’t looked up from cutting my croissant into perfect bite-sized pieces.
Nancy’s eyes filled with furious tears as she turned to him.
“Damian! Are you seriously just going to sit there and let them treat me like this?”
“People treat you the way you show up, Nancy,” Damian drawled, lazily , still not bothering to spare her a glance.
“Throwin’ tantrums at eight a
