“I’m going to hang up the phone now,” Stefan snarls in a voice that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “And I’m going to remind you that if you ever say some s**t like that to me again, I’ll gut you like a f*****g fish. Goodnight, Taras.”
Click.
Heavy footsteps approach the door. I scramble backward, but there’s nowhere to hide in the narrow hallway. Before I can figure out what to do, the door opens and Stefan is standing there, looming. His hair is a mess and the bags under his eyes are dark and heavy.
I brace myself for rage, but he just sighs. “Can’t sleep?”
“I heard you yelling,” I mumble. “Is everything okay?”
Stefan shakes his head wearily. “It’s fine. Nothing for you to worry about.”
“You were discussing my clinic.” Before he can deny it, I drive ahead. “I know
