Ezekiel's POV
The clock showed nearly midnight when my phone buzzed against the nightstand.
I had been lying there for what felt like hours, staring at nothing while music played softly through my earbuds. Sleep wasn't happening tonight. Every time I tried to shut my eyes, fragments from the previous evening crashed back - Kane's cocky expression, the satisfying crack of my knuckles against his jaw, the stunned silence that followed.
When Anton's name appeared on my screen, I grabbed the phone immediately.
"What's up?" I answered, keeping my voice quiet. "Everything okay?"
A heavy pause stretched between us. Then came a laugh that held no humor whatsoever. "That depends on how you define okay."
I shifted against my pillows, suddenly wide awake. "Rough night?"
Anton let out a long, shuddering breath that crackled through the speaker. "I just had it out with my mom. Bad."
My stomach dropped. "About what?"
