AGAIN, ANGER REARS at Franklin"s malice and Ethan"s provoking hands padding me down like a criminal. For a moment, I almost lost it, but I didn"t let them goad me into an angry display. It would have felt damn good punching both in the face, but with two against one, it"s a fight I wouldn"t have won. I"d rather keep my front teeth a little longer than give scumbag Emsworth the satisfaction.
Enraged, I leave the house, blazing hotter than D. C."s heatwave. Placing my cell phone in my satchel, I stomped down the private driveway toward my jeep, when a whirring sound behind me. Over my shoulder, a black Mercedes backs into the street, the car Ethan entered a year ago. I"m sure he"s behind the wheel and wonder where he goes when he leaves Franklin. I know nothing about Ethan other than he"s F
