Ethan’s POV
I held on to the steering wheel tighter, making an effort to steady my breathing, but nothing seemed to be working.
I scowled, my breath hitched. Rage coatrsimg through my veins.
My knuckles turned white, veins pulsing beneath my skin. I was so tensed, I felt like I would loose my mind at any moment.
Rona had spiked my drink.
That sentence kept playing in my head like a broken record, over and over, louder each time. I couldn't make it stop, despite how hard I tried to.
Rona’s voice lingered within, soft and sickening, like a fragrance spattered in a closet.
I should have seen all of this coming. I should have known. How did I let myself so loose?
I couldn’t even blame Valerie for running. Hell, Whatelse would she have done?
I don't deserve her love and trust.
I mean,
