Then he walked out.
The silence that followed was deafening. My heartbeat was everywhere—in my ears, in my throat, in my wrists. I felt cold all over, but my skin was sweating.
“What the f**k,” I whispered, half to myself.
Ethan turned to me, brows furrowed. “Camila—what happened?”
I didn’t answer immediately. I was too busy trying to process what the hell just happened. Too busy trying to catch up with the sudden chaos of it all. Liam had just outright admitted he’d sent men after me. Had confirmed he suspected me of being... whatever he thought I was. A wolf?
What the f**k was wrong with his nose?
I mean seriously.
Ethan was the damn werewolf, not me. I was human. Very human. I couldn’t even grow a decent pair of eyebrows without help from a brow pencil, let alone sprout claws an
