CELESTE’S POV
“Was that seriously necessary?”
“I’m not sure I know what you mean.”
Ethan stood at the entrance to the living room with his arms crossed, the early morning light slicing behind him, turning his expression into a judgmental silhouette.
“Calling Sera. Asking her to cut her visit with Daniel short.” His voice was low, dangerously even. The voice he used to lead our pack as Alpha. A voice he rarely used with me.
“What of it?” I smoothed my hair back, keeping my tone breezy. “Mom’s in the hospital, remember? Or do you no longer care?”
He stepped in closer, and my grip on my phone tightened.
I had only just ended the call with Kieran, and even now, the memory of his voice lingered in my ears—gravelly, reluctant, guarded.
Like every single fucking time we’d spoken while he was on that island.
