I gape. “Oh, come on.”
Enzo smirks, dropping onto the couch beside me. “You’re still on this narrative?”
I glare at him. “Your kids are probably devils, too.”
He grins. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Izzy leans around Enzo to meet my eyes. “Ours are still in that cute stage where they don’t really do anything.”
I swear I didn’t even get to have that stage. Nico left my body hating me.
Izzy and Enzo have three kids—triplets. “Where are they?”
Enzo snickers. “With uncle Nate and aunty Carina.”
I burst out laughing. Those two have zero parenting instincts. “Are you not worried they’ll come back wielding knives?”
Izzy shrugs. “Eh, might as well start them early.”
Kai chimes in then. “Sometimes I think Tess and I are the only normal ones of all of us.”
I raise an amused brow. “Normal?”
He waves his hand at the couple next to me—who have just started arguing on the appropriate age to teach your child to shoot a gun.
Maybe he has a point.
Max settles into an armchair, still holding Nico. “So, tell me, Tessa,” he says, voice laced with amusement. “How exactly wereyou planning to dispose of my grandson’s body?”
Izzy chokes on a laugh.
Kai looks entirely too pleased with himself.
I groan, dropping my head into my hands. “I hate this family.”
Max just chuckles. “No, you don’t.”
And, damn it, he’s right.