Sipping at my hot chocolate, and picking at the delicious cakes my friend had selected for us, I do my best to focus on the conversation with Prisha. I was trying hard to steer the conversation away from her many attempts at questioning why I think Ezra looks so angry with me, or why he continues to look over in our direction. But all my attempts are failing miserably. She was not wrong, since the moment he had sat down his gaze was honed in upon our table, or moreso upon me... and that gaze looked irritated... frustrated, perhaps? I don't know anymore. He was as hard to read as his brother.
I find my gaze wandering to where the looming figure of my brother-in-law is sitting, and find those intense gray eyes lingering on my table once again. His brows raise as he notices me glance across
