“Where the fuck have you been?”

Ethan’s voice hit me before I even stepped in. He stood at the doorframe, arms crossed, blocking my way like some security guard I didn’t ask for.

“Ethan,” I sighed, my patience already dangling by a thread. “I do not have the strength for this bullshit of yours tonight.”

My throat was dry, my shoulders heavy. “I’ve been awake since before dawn. First shift at the station, then straight to the museum for my moonstone exhibition. The research ...