"Do you have any feelings for him?"
Mia froze.
Not because of the question itself, but because Ethan asked it.
So many people had hinted at it before, teased or joked about it… but hearing it from Ethan, of all people, made her chest tighten.
She knew she hated Adrian. She'd told herself that over and over again. But if that was true… why did everyone keep questioning it?
Her mind raced back to that moment in Là Lumíré, when Adrian had stood close—too close. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t push him away. She should have. If she really hated him, wouldn’t she have?
Why did it feel like… like she didn't mind him being there?
No. That couldn’t be true. She had always despised men like Adrian—cocky, rich, used to getting whatever they wanted. And Adrian was the worst of the bunch. Always
