Adonis's POV :
I glare at the pristine china plates as I set them on the table, imagining Alan's smug face reflected in their polished surfaces. My jaw clenches involuntarily.
"You're going to crack a tooth if you keep grinding them like that," Aria says, placing silverware beside each plate with practiced ease.
I grunt in response, not bothering to hide my displeasure.
"Remind me again why we're hosting this dinner?"
Aria sighs, her blue eyes—so similar to my own—filled with a mixture of exasperation and understanding.
"Because Lynn cares about Alan, and we care about Lynn. It's that simple, brother."
"Simple," I mutter, slamming a glass down with more force than necessary. "Nothing's simple when it comes to that junkie."
"Adonis," Aria warns, her voice low. "I know you're not A
