He was breathing heavily, his gaze unfocused, his entire body trembling.
"Your... phone," I whispered, unable to think beyond the ringing—around us, in my head.
Kieran swore softly and shoved his hand in his pocket. He turned away from me as he answered it.
"Ethan, hi." Another curse. "She's crying?" A sigh. "I didn't... I didn't mean to. I'll make it right, I swear."
Then he hung up.
"What the hell was that?" I whispered, my voice a thin rasp.
Kieran didn't answer right away. His expression flickered—confusion, regret, unsatiated hunger.
"Did you fight with her?" I asked, and my voice came out colder than I expected. "With Celeste?"
He didn't respond.
His guilty silence was answer enough.
"Oh my God," I stumbled back, clutching the fallen robe to my chest as humiliation burned u
