Scarlett's POV
With a final, mocking pat on my cheek, she turned and walked away, her laughter echoing in the quiet kitchen. I stood there, frozen. My mind was a mess. Was Ethan doing something behind my back? Was he seeing someone else? I shook my head, trying to clear the fog. No. Camila was a liar. She just wanted to cause a rift between us. She wanted me to build thoughts in my head, and I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of believing her.
I pushed her words into a dark corner of my mind and set to work. I made a late breakfast for myself—simple eggs and toast—and then I made a second plate, piled high with the things I knew Ethan liked. I walked up to his room with the tray of breakfast in my hand and knocked on his door.
"Alpha Ethan?" I called out. No answer. I knocked again, harder this time, but the room stayed silent. He wasn't there.
