Phantom Hollow capture the erymanthian boar

though the woman's scent is ever present and ever enticing — annoyingly so, now — ingram's brows rise, ears slicking back to rest at half mast atop his skull at the man's words.

they do not surprise ingram necessarily ... and he is not protective of his ex. the insult lays in the assumption that he would know ... or care.

i don't fucking know, ingram says gruffly, biting back the snarl he wants to give. barely. we're exes for a reason.