Nikolai watched in silent disbelief as Caspian and Lake coerced Angelo out of his seat with sweet smiles and sweeter words.
Davian just sat right next to his mate, his expression dark, his bright red sweater contrasting with his expression.
Asher also swooped right into the chair next to Caspian, proudly sprawling on the dining chair.
It was a grand dining table that could seat twenty, so there were more than enough seats. Everyone sat close to each other so they could easily hold conversations during their meal.
Angelo was a little overwhelmed; casual conversation wasn't something he did often, so he was even quieter than usual.
Caspian and Lake didn't make it uncomfortable, however; they were simply putting in the effort to make him feel like he was a part of them, and didn't just put the spotlight on him.
