Katie's POV
“Draven,” William said, his tone, colder than I had heard it since I met him, “mind your manners.”
“Indeed brother,” Adrian said, his tone mocking, "there's no need to act up at the dinner table.”
Adrian feigned a saddened expression but I could tell it was clearly fake.
“You know how father is,” he said, like an older brother chastising his younger one, “but there you go again, always losing your temper, and in front of our new family no less.”
I could tell that each of Adrian’s words just kept raising Draven’s anger, like poking a bear who already wanted to rip your throat out.
Having had enough, Draven threw down his napkin, standing to leave.
“Draven,” William said in warning, clenching his hand trying to contain his anger, “sit back down.”
I could see the war brew
