EZEKIEL’S POV

The question hit me like a sucker punch.

My grip on the glass tightened until my knuckles went white, and I had to set it down before it shattered in my hand.

“What did you just say?” I asked, my voice coming out hoarse, sharp around the edges.

Drew met my eyes steadily, no hint of mockery now. “You heard me. What if she’s yours, Zeke?”

The world seemed to tilt. The laughter from the bar faded into background noise , a blur of sound and color that no longer made sense. ...