My hands slid around her waist, pulling her flush against me as we stumbled toward the couch. Every brush of her mouth, every press of her body, reminded me why I hated that house. That pack. That world.
I had barely begun to trail kisses down her neck when my phone blared.
Loud. Relentless.
I ignored it.
It rang again.
Lira sighed, pulling back, eyes flashing with irritation. “Seriously?”
“Could be my dad,” I muttered, grabbing the phone from my pocket without looking at the screen. “I’ll make it quick.”
The second I answered, my father’s voice exploded into my ear.
“KODY! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!”
I flinched, holding the phone away slightly. “What? I—”
“MICHAEL HAS MICHELLE!” he roared. “He TOOK HER! Right out from under our noses! You were supposed to be watching the damn hous
