“Is that it?” I ask, not believing him. “There’s no way having Angela hang all over you is part of the selection process. What else is going on, Ethan? Is something happening between your packs again? Do you need my help with anything?”
When he still doesn’t answer, I clench my teeth together, trying to hold in the frustration. It all boils within me, filling up so high that my vision blurs from frustrated tears.
But I have no time to cry, so I blink them away.
“I need you to talk to me. I don’t know what’s going on or why you’re letting someone who hurt me hang around without being punished, Ethan. There’s so much I don’t know, and I feel like you’re leaving me out on purpose, which I don’t think it fair,” I tell him, scooting forward. I reach out to touch his hand that lays on his k
