#Chapter22
Freezing beneath the onslaught of questions, eyes rounding in alarm, Lucien's blew out a shaky breath. He'd done quite well with his food, clearing half his plate, which was surprising considering the amount that had been piled onto it— it was a trait that their Vovo had installed in them: visitors could not leave your house hungry.
/"Really, Fratello?/" Angel sighed, shooting his brother a look. /"You're asking him if he's a flat-earther?/"
But even as the words left Angel's mouth, they both knew he was actually referring to the question Raven had managed to sneakily slip in before. His brother's eyes blazed with dark humour, and he grinned innocently.
/"It's a genuine question,/" Raven defended. /"I mean, everybody is entitled to their opinion — /"
/"Not if their opinion is stupid,/" Ronan injected, taking a sip of his cola.
