The front door shuts behind me and the noise of the house hits instantly voices, laughter, and movement.
Max looks up first.
And immediately smiles like he already knows something.
I narrow my eyes. “Don’t.”
“Training go well?” he asks, way too innocent.
I drop my bag beside the wall. “No. And I blame all of you.”
Francesco leans back in his chair. “We’ve been sitting here.”
“You didn’t have to be there,” I mutter, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. “You already did enough this morning.”
Enzo studies me calmly. “Ah. We’re still discussing the kitchen.”
I turn toward him. “You cornered me.”
“You challenged us,” Max corrects lightly.
“I did not challenge five grown men to gang up on me before breakfast.”
Cassian’s voice comes quiet from the table. “You said we had to ear
