Tone arched a brow.
Izzy tilted her head.
Archie took a sip of coffee before adding, casually, “Because it’s weaponized.”
Tone snorted.
“Well that seems like a perfectly reasonable breakfast accessory.”
Archie inclined his head politely.“Antonella.”
Tone’s eyes narrowed immediately.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Your full name deserves respect.”
“My full name does not roll off your tongue, or I’ll cut it out of your mouth.”
Archie studied her calmly.
“I digress.”
I rubbed a hand over my face.
This was going exactly the way I’d feared.
Tone leaned back slightly in her chair, folding her arms.
“I’m still confused how you manage to be friendly with this family when they’re the ones who destroyed your legs.”
Her tone was pleasant.Too pleasant.Which meant she was testing him.
Archie didn’t miss it.His expression didn’t change, but there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes.
“In fairness, they were trying to kill me at the time.”
“That tends to happen around here,” Izzy remarked, almost to herself.
Tone tilted her head.
“And yet you keep coming back.”
Archie smiled faintly.
“I’m stubborn.”
“Or stupid,” Tone suggested.
“Sometimes both.”
Izzy hid a laugh behind her coffee cup.
Archie glanced down at the plate the maid had placed in front of him.
“You cook?”he asked Izzy.
“She supervises,” Tone cut in.