My phone buzzed just as I finished tucking the urn back into its place.
I stared at the screen for a second before answering. Alia.
"Hello?"
"EVELYN," she practically yelled through the speaker. "You can't just disappear from a party after a guy gets punched for approaching you. That's illegal in friendship terms."
I huffed out a small laugh. "Good morning to you too."
"Are you okay?" She asked softly.
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the sunlight creeping across the floor. "Yeah. I think so. Last night was… a lot."
"You think?" Violet's voice chimed in faintly in the background. "Drew went full alpha protective mode."
My stomach did a stupid little flip.
"He really did," Alia continued. "I mean—don't get me wrong, violence is bad, blah blah—but wow."
"Alia," I warned, already smiling.
"I'm just saying," she went on, "the way he grabbed your wrist and dragged you out? The glare? That was… hot."
I closed my eyes.
