The loud knocking startled Celia, but she managed not to drop the piping-hot pie she had just pulled from the oven. She slid it onto the table and turned as the knocking escalated into loud, insistent banging.
“Celia!” a voice barked from the other side of the door.
“I’m coming,” she called, walking quickly across the small living room before throwing the door open.
Landon stood there, chest heaving, his dark eyes blazing, his face flushed red.
“What the hell?” Celia stepped back to let him in.
He stalked into the living room, his hands flexing at his sides before he whirled to face her. “Do you know what your mate is doing?”
She sighed. “You mean that he’s spending time with Aurelia?”
If possible, Landon’s eyes darkened even more. He pointed a finger at her. “You know about that?”
