She stole his thunder.
"If you did it to piss me off," he muttered to himself, "congrats, babe. Goal achieved."
***
When he got back to his penthouse, Beatrice was on the sofa in his hoodie, scrolling her phone. Her vanilla scent hit his nose, but didn't calm him like usual.
"Skip work this week," Niall said, dumping his keys on the counter. "Actually, take a trip. Paris, Bali, whatever. Just get out of Highrise for a while."
Beatrice looked up, surprised. "Why? I thought we could finally be together now that my pathetic sister's gone."
"Because we need to lay low. My parents are pissed. People are watching. The pack elders are asking questions."
Her smile faded. "But I thought you'd talk to your parents, tell them you and Chrissy are done. That you're with me now."
