All of a sudden, his phone rang, the sound sharp in the quiet room. I had no interest in his calls, but lately he kept it on loudspeaker, like he wanted everything shared without filter. I stayed where I was, watching without reacting as Ashton reached for the device and answered it.
The moment he did, a crying voice broke through. "Ash, Scarlett reported me to the police! Help!"
Rebecca. At this hour.
I frowned slightly, not expecting the situation to drag on this late. I thought she would have called earlier, right when things happened. I glanced at Ashton, then gave a small shrug when his eyes moved to me. "What was I supposed to do? She showed up at my place without permission."
He pressed his fingers against his forehead, clearly weighing the situation and the pressure of divided loyalties within the pack's boundaries. "It's late now. Stay at the police department tonight. I'll have Joseph pick you up tomorrow."
"Ash—" Before Rebecca could continue, he ended the call.
