Victor's POV
I looked up at Ava.
My wolf stirred faintly at the edge of my awareness, roused not by her threat, but by the tone she used.
“Didn’t you just say Grandma wasn’t doing well,” I said, my voice even, “and that we needed to put on an act?”
She didn’t miss a beat.
“Then maybe you should manage your own phone?”
The way she looked at me made something in my chest tighten, just slightly.
“It’s just a phone,” she continued, her voice laced with irritation. “Don’t you have pockets? Why give it to Laura? What is she, your personal secretary?”
My wolf shifted, feeling uncomfortable. There was something different about her tonight. She had been acting differently, like she was lit on fire.
“When I need to reach you,” she went on, “she won’t let me through. I have to tell her every
