OURS IN THE DARK
~TATE’S POV~
"Are you okay, Owen?" I asked, though my voice came out softer, almost fragile. His face looked pale in the low light, his eyes darting like a trapped animal’s.
It had been an awkward evening from the start. The moment Owen and I spread our books across the dining table, tension thickened the mood like a choking fog.
Across the room, Mathias and Daxon lounged on the couch in the family room, not relaxed, not casual…predators watching prey.
Their eyes kept flicking toward us, heavy with an intensity that made my skin prickle like it was being touched without permission.
Which made me glare at them. My glare, however, felt weak under their unreadable stares.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Owen said quickly, his voice brittle. But his eyes betrayed him, sliding nervou
