Ethan glanced at Eleanor but didn't say a word, eyes still on the road.
Just that tiny flicker in her expression gave her away—she was clearly awkward.
And that annoyed him more than he'd like to admit.
Why was she acting like this? Feeling guilty? For what? What's there to be embarrassed about?
She'd taken him in when he lost his memory, looked after him like he was the most important person in the world.
If anyone should feel bad, it was him. If he hadn't passed out back then, if he could've found his way to her sooner, maybe she wouldn't have ended up in that madhouse thanks to the old hag from the Stormfang Pack.
"Martin, are you giving me the silent treatment again?"
Eleanor tilted her head, resting her chin on her palm as she looked at him, puzzled.
Why did
