PUTTING ON A SHOW
~Tate's POV~
The air outside felt thicker than normal, as if my nerves were holding onto the night and pushing it back into my chest. Daxon and Mathias each had a hand on me, warm and steady, making me feel calm in a way only they could. But the uneasy feeling remained, sticking like cobwebs in my thoughts.
"Where are we going?" I finally asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.
"We're going to get something to eat," Daxon replied. His tone was light, almost casual, but I felt the way his fingers curled just a little tighter around mine, as though he sensed the storm brewing beneath my calm act.
Mathias copied the gesture on my other side, calm and steady, keeping me grounded between my worries and Daxon's confidence. We walked out of the Packhouse together, but e
