Page 43 of Fated to the Hunters
Ezra chuckled to himself and handed the phone to Scarlett’s next victim. “Scarlett.”
“You could have killed him! Next time, bring a leash and make sure not to let Ezra off of it!”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Why would you follow Kurt anyway? Don’t you have better things to do?”
“We weren’t following him. We didn’t know he was there. We only went into that shop to grab supplies for you.”
Scarlett fell silent. “What?” she questioned, a little calmer.
“You said you liked drawing.”
“I do.”
“I thought you’d like some supplies for when you come home to us.”
There was a longer pause. Mateo would’ve given anything to see her visible reaction to Vince’s words. “I still hate you.”
“You’re allowed to.”
“I hate you,” she repeated, though a little softer this time. It was almost as if she was trying to convince herself of the words.
“Are you alone?” Mateo asked, not wanting the conversation to lull down.
“Dad is in the office, Mom is with her friends, and Maximilian is at the club.”
“Princess,” Ezra purred.
“Don’ttalk to me,” she snapped, and Ezra loved it—loved this side of her.
Ezra nodded and rested his elbows on the counter with his chin on his hands, dreamy, black eyes resting on the phone. That was the face of a man who’d just met the love of his life.
“Suddenly he’s tame as a puppy,” Mateo chuckled.
“So all I had to do was to tell him not to hurt my friends? Great,” she mumbled.
“I wouldn’t count on that.” Scarlett sighed, and it sounded so defeated that it cracked Mateo’s heart wide open. “What is on your mind, love?”
“A lot.”
“You can always talk to us.”
“I know.”
“But you don’t want to.” He could hear the silent war she was fighting. The one between her deeply-rooted loyalty to her pack, and the connection from the mate bond. She wasn’t just anyone, after all. She was analpha’sdaughter. “It’s okay.”
“Clearly not, because then my mates wouldn’t be wandering around town strangling my best friend out of jealousy.”
Mateo caught Ezra opening his mouth out of the corner of his eye. “I believe Ezra would like to say something.”
“Of course he does.”
“He’s waiting for permission.”
“What is it, Ezra?”
“Why him?”
