Aria's POV
The shower water was still warm on my skin when my phone lit up on the counter.
I picked it up. Ethan's name flashed across the screen.
"Aria, it's late. Why aren't you at the pack house? Did something happen?"
His voice carried that practiced concern I'd fallen for once. Now it just sounded hollow.
I wasn't really listening though. My attention had drifted to the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights sprawling below like scattered stars. My new apartment had one hell of a view.
Worth every penny.
"Aria?"
"Mm? Oh. Client meeting ran late. I'm at a hotel."
I'd moved out three days ago. Apparently he still hadn't noticed his mate wasn't sleeping in his room anymore.
Then again, Clara probably kept him plenty occupied.
"A hotel? Which one? I'l
