Ethan opened his mouth to say anything, to say something, anything, to assuage this ache boring deeper into his chest-but nothing came out; there was only hollow silence between them.
As she went down the path, her figure dwindling with every step, Ethan's hands clenched into fists and his frustration simmered just below the surface. He was losing her-losing any chance of protection, losing any chance to keep her safe from those things he knew lurked in the shadows.
And the worst part was, he could do nothing but watch. Not now, not until he found a way to make her listen.
But for tonight he was alone with his warning unspoken, his words of fear unsaid. That knot that had taken shape in his chest-the angry, helpless, scared conglomeration-twisted tighter still, refusing to give
