Adriana didn’t leave.
She lingered.
Not close enough to interrupt.
Not far enough to disappear.
Watching.
Waiting.
Lena felt it even without looking.
Like eyes pressing into her back.
Like a storm that hadn’t decided when to strike.
“Your past is staring,” Lena murmured under her breath as they moved across the dance floor.
Ethan didn’t turn.
“I’m aware.”
“That’s comforting,” she said dryly.
His hand tightened slightly at her waist.
“Focus.”
She almost laughed.
“On what? The part where your ex wants to kill me with her eyes?”
“She won’t,” he said calmly.
“You sound very sure.”
“I am.”
Lena tilted her head slightly. “Because she’s harmless… or because you are?”
That—
That made him look at her.
Really look.
And for a second, the rhythm between them faltered.
“You ask
