“Bastijn is lovely. And not remotely the one being an asshole.” I smiled broadly and pointedly at him.
Kane poured us each a glass of crisp white wine, perfectly chilled and tapped his glass against mine in cheers. “To being an asshole. Takes one to know one, babyslay.”
There was no talking to him in this mood and while I wasn’t about to start a fight at a memorial dinner, I wished I knew how to help him through his hurt. “I’m over there if you want to sit with us.”
Kane glanced where I’d pointed, his wan smile faltering at Ari doing shots with Bastijn. “Pass. I’m not great company tonight. I’ve got to work later.”
“Okay. Thanks for the wine.” Picking up my glass, I kissed his cheek and made my way back to my boyfriend.
None of us could forget the circumstances of the Rasha’s deaths,
