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Jigsaw rubs his wrist, but he’s grinning as he sits a few chairs away from Trinity and Wrath. “Violence is our love language,” he says to me.
Wrath lets out a harsh laugh. “You could say that.”
Rooster and Shelby approach our table, holding hands. Neither of them attempts to choke anyone.
“Is Jiggy still alive?” Shelby stops and taps Wrath’s shoulder. “I warned him not to test you today.”
“Nah, we’re all good,” Wrath says.
Rooster pulls out the chair next to me and Shelby drops into it, tucking her dress down around her legs. “Thank ya, Logan,” she says to him.
“God, you two are nauseating.” Jigsaw laughs.
“Don’t act ugly on our last mornin’ here,” Shelby scolds.
“That ship sailed a long time ago,” Wrath says. “Long, long ago.”
“Morning, Molly,” Shelby nudges my elbow. “You and Griff get to do any sightseeing yet?”
“Not yet.” I can’t stop my cheeks from warming. “He was worn out and just wanted to rest yesterday.”
“That did not sound like resting coming from the room across from mine,” Jigsaw says.
Remy shoots a scowl at him.
“What?” Jigsaw holds his hands up in the air. “They could’ve been playing tennis.”
I sit there rigid as a flagpole, about to melt under the table.
“Jiggy, don’t tease Molly,” Shelby warns, patting my leg.
“Apologies, Molly,” Jigsaw says in the most polite and formal tone I’ve ever heard from him. “I enjoy fucking with your brother. But it’s rude of me to involve you.”
“Oh, Lordy,” Shelby mutters.
“Can you not,” Rooster says.
Jigsaw winks at me.
Wrath flips a page of the menu. “Your own sister looked pretty cozy at Remy’s bar, Jiggy. I wouldn’t keep antagonizing him…”
Jigsaw’s cheerful expression contorts into a scowl.
Remy chuckles. “Actually, she applied for a part-time job. Thinking of hiring her. She’s got a lot of experience.”
“And she makes a mean Paloma,” Shelby adds.
“She doesn’t need a job,” Jiggy growls.
Wrath picks his head up, a wide my work here is done grin stretched across his face.
I side-eye my brother.
A server drops a basket of muffins and other breakfast pastries at each end of our table. “Will the rest of your party be joining us soon?” he asks.
“Yes,” Remy says.
Behind the server, I notice Venom and Woolly strolling into the restaurant. Venom swivels his head, slowly scanning the tables. I lift my hand, waving for them to join us.
