“We’re family,” one of the men—Edgar—said, tearing a scone in half. “But not by blood.” “Thank Lucifer for that,” Kat said. “I can’t imagine sharing the same genes as some of these brutes.” In retaliation, Edgar chucked a raisin at her, but she only giggled. “Manners, please,” Silas warned without lifting his gaze. Kat rolled her eyes. “Sorry dad.” Curling his lip, Silas shuddered. “Never call me that again.”
