But Ethan cut her off, his tone firmer now. “You don’t need to come,” he said, before hanging up. A few minutes later, another message from him buzzed on my phone: [If you stop by, grab a bag of tomato-flavored chips for Fiona from the store.]
I sighed, the sarcasm bubbling up in me as I smiled faintly.
Now, I am the topic of a funny gossip. The pack's Luna was just someone's errand woman.
When I pushed the door open to the private room where the party was being held, I spotted Ethan immediately. He was feeding Fiona a slice of cake, her eyes wide as she looked up at him adoringly.
The moment Ethan saw me, his expression darkened with irritation. I could see it in his eyes—he hadn’t expected me to show up.
“Skylar!” Fiona greeted me with a saccharine smile, her voice like syrup.
Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “Didn’t I tell you not to come?” he snapped, his irritation clear.
Before I could respond, Fiona jumped in, pouting dramatically. “I’m sorry, Ethan. I just really wanted those chips, so I tricked her into coming,” she said, feigning innocence.
Ethan’s hard expression softened as he reached out to ruffle her hair. “You little munchkin,” he muttered with a fond smile.