Ethan POV

The phone buzzes again.

My jaw clenches. Every muscle in my body screams to ignore it. To throw the damn thing against the wall and go back to claiming what's mine.

Grace's hand presses against my chest. "Ethan. Answer it."

"No."

"It could be important. An emergency."

I growl. Low. Frustrated.

Because she's right. At this hour, a call could mean rogue attacks. Border breaches. Council emergencies.

But fuck, I don't want to move. Don't ...