The next morning, I stood at the top of the stairs with the housekeeper, confirming where the last of my things should be sent.
The master bedroom door opened.
Scarlett walked out barefoot, Ethan's white shirt hanging off her body, her copper-red curls spilling messily over her shoulders.
The housekeeper froze with one hand on the packing tape and managed a strained smile. "Good morning."
Scarlett did not even glance at her.
Her eyes went straight to me. Then she smiled.
She leaned one shoulder against the wall as if she had every right to be there. "Everyone in the pack is talking about your little performance at Howl Bar. Trying to break the bond in public? That was bold... You know how pathetic that looked, right?"
I said nothing.
She tipped her head, her smile sharpening as she
