Page 107 of Sinner's Malice

“We’re here. Now move,” I sneered.

Sinclair smiled warmly, stepping aside. “Please come in, Little One, and welcome to my home.”

Narrowing my eyes, I glared at the fucker as Arianwen let go of my hand and walked ahead of me. Stepping up to him, I whispered, “Whatever you have up your sleeve, forget about it. I mean it, Sin. Just dinner, and then we are leaving.”

“You wound me, Gideon.”

“Liar,” I huffed, storming into the house, heading straight for the dining room. Dinner with the family was always an event.

God forbid Sin just ordered pizza like everyone else.

Fuck that.

Pretentious fucker.

Seeing the place cards, I quickly found mine, only to realize that Arianwen wasn’t sitting next to me. Glaring at the son ofa bitch, I found her card right next to Sin, who had her seated between him and Silas.

I didn’t fucking think so.

Picking up Silas’ card, I threw it over my shoulder and plopped my ass down in the chair as Sinclair escorted Arianwen over to her seat. Pulling it out for her, the annoying fuck smirked. “I see Gideon wasn’t happy with the seating arrangements.”

I fucking refused to apologize.

Wasn’t happening.

“Sorry!” Pippen rushed in and Silas scowled.

Sin shook his head, taking his seat at the head of the table as he waved to the chair next to me. “Please take your seat, Dante. I did have you seated next to your brother, but Gideon insisted on a seating change.”

With everyone seated, we all looked at Sin and waited, and when he reached for his wineglass, he smiled and said, “Finally. My family is together again. To the family.”

Grabbing my wineglass, I grumbled, swallowing the vile shit.

I hated wine.

When Arianwen didn’t reach for her glass, Sin frowned. “Do you not like wine, Little One?”

“Sorry, no. I’m not really a drinker.”

“What would you like, then?”

“Um.” She grinned mischievously, looking at me before turning back to Sin and with a straight face, asked, “Do you have any apple juice?”

Choking on my wine, Dante quickly moved to slap my back.

“Dude, are you okay?”

Shoving the intern off me, I put my wineglass down and reached for the water glass. Guzzling it, I turned to Arianwen, who winked at me and smiled.

What the hell kind of game was she playing?

This was not the fucking place to be flagrant.

“I’ve recently acquired a fondness for anything apple.”

Sin smiled warmly, waving his hand toward the waiter standing in the corner. “Please bring Arianwen a chilled glass of sparkling apple cider, and then you may serve the first course.”

The waiter nodded and quickly left.

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