Eden's POVThe morning light in the formal dining room felt like an interrogation. I stood at the end of the long, polished oak table, my knuckles white as I gripped the back of a heavy velvet chair. The silence was suffocating, punctuated only by the clink of silverware against porcelain—a sound that felt like a heartbeat in the quiet.The others were all there. The six men who were my protectors, my tormentors, and my entire world. Wolfgang sat at the head of the table, his presence as steady as a mountain, his eyes scanning each of his sons with a terrifying, silent intensity. Daniel, ever the strategist, sat to his right, his jaw tight as he methodically buttered a piece of toast he wasn't eating. Jonas’s gaze was fixed on me, dark and unreadable, while Silas and Luca sat rigid, their bodies coiled like springs. Felix, however, was a wreck. He sat a few chairs down, his head bowed, the shame radiating off him like heat.I took a breath, the air tasting of stale coffee and impendin
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