Going, Going, Gone
Should I find somewhere else to stay instead?
At some point, Ethan had entered the living room. Undoing the buttons on his sleeves, he gave me an indifferent look and said, "No need. She won't."
He sounded certain, convinced I wouldn't cause a fuss over this.
To him, I'd always been considerate and sensible—the mate who would never upset him.
Zoe shot me a triumphant look, then tugged on Ethan's sleeve.
"Katrina and James want to go to the amusement park, and I promised them we'd go as a reward for helping me with my room. You'll come with us, right?"