Ethan’s POV
The last time I was in California, I was seven years old. Old enough to remember blood, too young to understand why grown men wanted me dead. I sat quietly in the backseat of the black SUV as the city lights blurred past the window, my fingers resting loosely against my knee while exhaustion settled heavily into my bones. The flight had been long, too long but even that wasn’t what exhausted me.
It was the fact that I was here at all, back in California. Back in the country I was never supposed to return to. The hood of my dark sweatshirt rested over my head while a pair of black glasses concealed most of my face, simple clothes, plain sneakers. Nothing about me looked like Ethan George, heir to one of the most powerful empires in California. That was intentional, I preferred
