“You texted me last week as soon as your results came out.”
“Well? Aren’t you proud?”
Movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention, and Sarang turned in time to see Shiloh walking out of the back entrance of the club.
“I’m so proud,” he told his sister, nodding in greeting at the prince, whose eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.
“Anyway, I just called to say happy birthday. I’ll leave you alone now.”
“You’re never a bother.” He didn’t want her to think that.
“I know, but I’m sure you’ve got business to take care of. If Shiloh is there, he’s giving you the stink eye.”
“No, he’s—” Sarang glanced at the hovercar, where Shiloh was waiting by the driver’s side, and saw that his sister was right.
“He’s jealous,” Yuna laughed. “You can pretend not to notice all you like, but eventually, you’re going to have to acknowledge his feelings for you. Even if you don’t feel the same.”
Interesting that she was able to pick up on Shiloh’s emotions, a man she barely ever interacted with and had met in person less than a handful of times, and yet when it came to her own brother she was clueless. Although, Sarang supposed that was because he went out of his way to hide it from her and their mother.
If either of them ever discovered what he’d done to Shiloh against his will…
Sarang cleared his throat. “We’ll talk later.”
“Who was that?” Shiloh asked as soon as he’d ended the call, but before he could get an answer, added, “You went out last week for your rut, Rang. Who did you spend it with?”
Sarang stared at him, momentarily caught off guard. “Did you have me followed?”
“It’s within my right.”
His hand tightened on the handle of the passenger’s side door. Technically, even though he was the underboss, Shiloh was the prince. He could do as he pleased unless that directly contradicted an order given by Kian.
“I wasn’t on the phone with an omega,” Sarang found himself saying, tilting his head when Shiloh hummed confidently.
“I know.”
He frowned. This was…odd. Ever since the attack where he’d supposedly lost the baby, Shiloh had been acting differently. Before, Sarang had attested that to the grief, but after learning that it was all fake, he was left to wonder. Could it be the new setting? Glyph universities weren’t much different from the ones on Synastry, as far as he knew. There was less to worry about on this planet even, considering most of their rivals remained on their homeworld.
Aside from the few odd attacks and what had happened with Elm, things were relatively quiet here.
And yet the softspoken guy who’d rather blend in with the crowd than stand out had been replaced with this snarky, intense prince with an attitude problem.
“Did I do something to displease you?” Sarang asked.
“Yes and no.”
The furrow between his brow deepened. “Since when did you beat around the bush with me?” He wasn’t used to Shiloh being vague.
“Since always,” the prince said with a shrug. “You still haven’t answered my question. Who did you spend your last rut with, alpha?”
A prickle of unease appeared in the center of his chest, but Sarang tried to ignore it. “I don’t know. I never saw his face.”
“I did.”
He froze. “What?”
“Get in.” Shiloh pulled his door open and jutted his chin out, motioning for him to do the same. “We’re going to be late for your party.”
Sarang was left to scramble in after him as Shiloh started the hovercar. “What are you talking about?”
