Present
Celia was just locking up the kitchen door when she heard a sound behind her. She spun around, clutching a hand over her heart, and found Landon leaning against the wall.
“What are you doing?” she snapped.
“Waiting for you,” he said, his face unreadable.
She turned fully to face him. “I really wish you and your brother would just leave me alone. I don’t have the mental energy to deal with either of you.”
Landon tilted his head. “You’re his mate.”
She froze. “He told you?”
“More like I figured it out.”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course he didn’t tell you. He won’t tell anyone.”
A faint smirk twisted his lips. “Catching on, are you?”
“What do you want, Landon?” Her arms crossed tight over her chest.
“Jeremiah told me what happened in the dining hall tonight.”
“A bunch of as
