Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,20

part, it would be beautiful with its high, open ceilings, large windows, and jaw-dropping architecture, but all the sadness pulsing through the room and the soft, grievous music changes the entire ambiance.

Why did it have to be Tobias? He was the closest thing I had to a father.

We take our seats, and Cruz instantly slides in beside me, keeping his arm curled around my waist so that I don’t have to press myself up against the hard back of the pew. I look around, and as I take it all in, I’m struck by the fact that Royston Carver didn’t get something like this. He was an important player in this fucked up game, so where was his grand funeral?

I glance at Carver on my other side and ignore the way his leg presses up against mine, knowing that if I focus on it for too long, I won’t be able to resist reaching out and pulling him closer. Just that brief moment with him in my bathroom this morning wasn’t enough—it will never be enough.

“What?” he grumbles, his voice low as he keeps his stare straight ahead, refusing to look down and meet my stare.

My tongue rolls over my lip as I realize that bringing this up with him could potentially be a bad move, but now that he knows there’s something on my mind, he won’t be able to let it go. I let out a shaky breath. “Why didn’t your father get a grand funeral?”

I notice Grayson flinch ever so slightly at my question. My gaze slices up to his to find him glancing between Carver and me, unsure how this is going to play out.

Carver tenses and I watch as his jaw clenches, making it clear that the topic of his father’s death is not something he particularly wishes to discuss, but why? He’s talked about him before, he’s openly admitted to how much he hated him, so why does it give him such a hard time? Is he still trying to process and deal with the betrayal that he suffered at his father’s hands?

Grayson leans forward, properly meeting my stare. “When a member of Dynasty is disgraced for actions taken against our organization, they are stripped of the benefits that come along with the territory. Royston was not given a grand funeral, just as Preston Scardoni won’t. However, their families are allowed the opportunity to bury their loved one in private.”

My gaze flicks back to Carver. “Did you?” I whisper, sliding my hand out to brush against his knee.

Carver moves his leg away from mine. “No,” he mutters, keeping his stare straight ahead and his face a complete mask. “My family went away. They never got the opportunity. His body wasn’t claimed for burial, so Dynasty cremated him and disposed of his ashes. He’s not my fucking problem anymore.”

Guilt sits heavily in my chest as I sit back and lean closer into Cruz.

Well, fuck. Why did I let that one little piece of information claw its way inside my chest and burn my dark heart into ashes? Why should I give a shit that Carver never got a chance to say goodbye to his father? That man murdered mine. He deserved what was coming for him, but Carver? Shit.

The soft music lowers, and the thoughts of Carver and his father instantly leave my mind. Mr. Danforth steps up in front of the congregation, looking out at the crowded bodies and slowly scanning the room. As he does, I can’t help but follow his gaze.

Mr. Danforth stops on the front row, and I peer around Cruz to find King’s mother and his little brother and sister, Cody and Caitlin. The kids look absolutely devastated, and to be honest, with the injuries Caitlin sustained during the sham of a ball, I’m surprised she’s here. Perhaps she received special permission to attend, either way, she looks like today is the worst day of her life. In fact, that goes for both her brother and her mother.

“Thank you all for being here to celebrate the life of the late Tobias King. His death was a tragedy, one we will all feel for many years to come,” Cruz’s father says, pressing his lips into a hard line. He takes a deep breath—as if standing up in front of Tobias’ friends and family is one of the hardest things he’ll ever have to do. Then without wasting a single second, he lifts both of his hands. “Please let us stand as