Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“Did you have fun?” I asked, hearing the front door close.
Headlights shone through the drapes, and I pushed my
chair back and rose from the dining room table, Winter’s dog
popping his head up from my lap to let me up.
I knew she’d come home. GGood girl.
And at one a.m., no less.
The headlights outside died, and I stalked into the dark
foyer, seeing Winter still dressed in her costume from the
party. I put my hand on her abdomen and walked into her,
forcing her back against the door.
She sucked in a breath, planting her hands on my chest.
“Four hours,” I scolded. “When I think of all the trouble
you could’ve gotten up to in four hours…”
After her dance, she disappeared, and it only took Crane a
few minutes to find out she’d left with Ethan Belmont,
escaping while she could. I sent someone to his house, but no
one was home.
Hopefully that was him who just dropped her off, too.
“I’m an adult,” she shot back. “You have no power.”
But just then protests and struggles rang out loud and clear
as people entered the house.
“GGet your hands off me!” Ethan shouted as Crane dragged
him into the room from the side door in the dining room.
I kept my eyes on Winter, though, a smirk curling my lips.
Perfect timing.
A puzzled look crossed her face when she heard his voice.
“Wha—what are you doing? Leave him alone.”
I moved my hand to her jaw, holding it in one hand. “I
think he touched you,” I told her. “He kept you out after
curfew.”
She clutched my hand with both of hers, breathing hard.
“He’s been dying to get you into bed. Judging from the
naked pictures of you all over his bedroom wall, anyway.”