Kendra’s POV
I licked the sugar off my finger and looked over at him again.
“So… does that mean I’m made now?” I asked. “Like, officially a made man in the family?”
He scoffed, shaking his head. “No way. If you were made, you’d be way more shaken by it. It’s not just chains and yelling. It’s a whole thing. Oaths. Rituals. And then he shows you the kind of stuff he’ll do to you if you ever betray the family.”
I frowned slightly. “How do you know that?”
Caleb stretched out his legs a little, wine bottle still balanced between his knees. “I’ve been made since I was born.”
I raised an eyebrow. “But you didn’t go through, like… a ceremony or whatever.”
He shook his head. “No. Us? We’re blood. That’s different.”
“Then how do you know what it’s like?” I asked.
He glanced over at me, eyes
