Stella: I need your help.
Bastian: Oh no, the princess has f****d up.
Willow: What do you need help with?
Bastian: We should revel in it.
Willow: Shut up and be there for your sister, or I’ll kick your ass.
Stella: I’m bringing someone home.
Bastian: Poor guy.
Willow: Is it the Jaxon guy?
Stella: … and his brothers.
Bastian: WHAT?!
“It’s going to be fine, Luna,” Jaxon reassured me, his voice steady as he placed a warm hand on my thigh.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be charming and everything,” Mason added from the backseat, flashing one of his signature grins. He sounded far too amused, as if the upcoming disaster of a family dinner was nothing more than a game to him.
“It’s best to just rip the bandaid off, love,” Tyson chimed in, his voice softer but no less firm.
I barely registered
