SOPHIA’S POV
My knife scraped against the plate as I set it down slowly. “That’s not a decision up for debate, Kyle.”
“Oh, come on,” Beverly purred, her smirk widening. “You can’t tell me you’ve never wondered, Sophia. Jace or Silas… such different men. One is reckless and the other is brooding. Every woman loves a choice.”
“I’m not every woman,” I snapped.
Jace leaned back in his chair, his jaw tight and his hand gripping the stem of his glass so hard I thought it might shatter.
“Stop, Beverly,” Jace said.
Silas gave a dark chuckle. “Looks like it was working. You look about ready to explode weren’t you, brother?”
Jace turned his glare on him. “And you’re enjoying it, aren’t you?”
“I don’t enjoy dinner theater,” Silas said smoothly, lifting his wine. “But if your wife’s loyalty
