The Alphas’Dirty Desires : Moan for Us
“I’m telling you, Uncle D, I heard it. Someone’s phone went off right on the stairs. Sounded like it was coming from *inside* the house.”
Dante’s voice followed—calm, measured, the same tone he used in sessions when he was trying to talk me down from a spiral. “You heard wrong, Kia. No one’s here. I told you, I had a patient earlier, but she left hours ago.”
“Bullshit. I know what I heard.”
More footsteps. Closer. The bed dipped slightly as someone—Kia, probably—leaned down like he was trying to peer underneath.
My heart slammed so hard I was sure they could hear it.