Brandon returns to the table, dropping a bread roll onto my plate. “Oh, I asked for two,” I say. He spears his fork into his salad. “You already ate two. Trust me, I’m doing you a favor.” Sasha laughs from across the table and my face burns with humiliation. Something slams down hard on the table and we all jump. “Apologize to her.” The sound of Ambrose’s voice, the unfiltered anger in it, makes all of us look up. His glare is firmly locked on my boyfriend.
