It occurs to me the rest of the table is silent. I cut up the rest of my pie in four pieces, and eat one, before sliding it to Liv, Lily and Jack, who all take a bite, and moan in delight, just like I did.

I’m glad Markus doesn’t explode at my sharing the pie slice. In fact, he seems rather smug at all the delight. Why wouldn’t he? He snagged the genius who bakes him his own pies all the time. Lucky guy. Suddenly, he doesn’t seem all that crazy about wanting to keep them to himself.

“How are you so ripped?” Lily asks him. “If I had a baker like that in the house, I’d be the size of an elephant.”

“Oh, I work it off,” he announces, his tone highly suggestive in my opinion. Then, he glances at me. “You can, you know. Spy on her, that is. She lives in my house—wyvern. Pop by any morning around seven. That’s when she likes to bake. She doesn’t mind. She’s given lessons to a bunch of people.”

“Oh!” I blink. “I mean, can I?”

Somehow, I thought I wouldn’t be welcome again in the Wyvern House.

Markus shrugs. “Sure. Dez likes you. Hey, how did the chat with Dad go?” he asks Keller.

I blink. “You’re brothers?”

That would explain so much. They look nothing alike, Markus being tall dark and handsome, while Keller’s rocking the Apollo vibe, golden blond and sky-blue eyes. But they’re equally stunning. But my internet search didn’t mention another son for Arlo.

“Cousins,” Keller corrects.

“Sort of,” Markus responds, rolling his eyes. “His aunt’s married to my dad.”

Yep. There’s definitely something in the water, then.

“Your dad acted as expected,” Keller tells him. “I’m very satisfied with the result—though not everyone will be.”

Markus smirks knowingly, leaning in. “I knew you had a little beast in you, too. What’s it like to leave the moral high ground and join the rest of us?”

I don’t know what it’s about, but he’s baiting Keller.

The man at my left smiles. “A hell of a lot of fun.”

Somehow, I’m flushing. Nothing they’ve said indicates that they’re in any way referring to me, but the word “fun” on Keller’s lips calls to mind everything he did to me.

Fuck. I need to stay the hell away from him. But it doesn’t look like he intends to stay away from me.

“I guess I need an actual snack, since you’ve all had a piece of my pie,” I say, pouting at the empty plate in front of me.

Markus snorts, smugly eating the rest of his without offering anyone a bite.

“I got it.” Keller’s already on his feet. “What would you like?”