Chapter 3Mason didn’t have an opinion, apparently. Pedra and Miguel and Jorge argued in rapid Spanish over everything from the food to the decorations to who was invited. Pedra paused several times, just long enough to draw Anton into the debate. He’d offer his opinion—always supporting Pedra—in his quiet, unobtrusive way, and then the rousing row would resume. Miguel never asked Mason’s opinion, and nobody else even acknowledged he was in the room.
The clock in the hallway sounded ten times, each chime echoing in Mason’s skull. The headache that began to form over dinner stung the back of his eyes. He tried to catch Miguel’s attention, but the other man was too wrapped up describing a feud he’d had with somebody since grade school, and that was why he and his family couldn’t be invited t
