"I can't believe you guys actually had a civil conversation," Julian said, leaning against the wall in Rhys's living room. "You and Ethan's future step-sister."
I rolled my eyes, throwing myself onto the leather couch. "It wasn't a conversation. We barely spoke."
That wasn't entirely true. The memory of Elara's eyes—those damned green eyes—looking up at me with steel where there used to be fear bothered me more than I wanted to admit.
"Then why did he pull her aside yesterday? They looked pretty cozy to me," Axel chimed in, a smirk playing on his lips.
"How the hell should I know?" I snapped. "Why would I care what that nerdy omega does?"
Julian and Axel exchanged knowing glances that made me want to punch something. Ever since Ethan had shown up late to basketball practice yesterday, muttering some excuse about "family business" with Elara Vance, my friends hadn't shut up about it.
