Celeste's POV
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Montecito, 4:10 pm
"Now..." Luther belched, talking with a full mouth. "... This... Is fantastic. Gods, Atlas."
Atlas merely grinned from where he sat, raising a glass of wine. "Glad you enjoy it."
His eyes then flicked to me, making my cheeks burn. I was halfway done with a chicken wing, some sauce staining my lips.
"Still no complaints, Celeste?" Atlas asked.
I sat at one end of the table while Azrael sat at the other. Atlas sat to my left, Silas to my right and Luther beside his brother.
It was clear Azrael was giving the rest of us space and that made eating feel like I was seconds away from experiencing World War III in real time.
"Of course, not." I beamed at Atlas, dropping what was left of the wing on my plate. "As I said before, it's all delicious. I —"
"Here," Atlas passed a bowl of fruit salad. "Try this. I'm sure you'll like it too."
