Ethan stood rooted to the spot, paralyzed by Vesper's final glare and parting words. His hold on Luna's arm loosened without him even realizing.
As he watched Vesper's retreating figure disappear into the distance, panic clawed at his chest, spreading like wildfire through his veins.
She was really leaving him.
Social niceties be damned. Let Magnus and the others play heroes for Luna. Ethan only had eyes for Vesper's vanishing silhouette. Without another thought, he took off after her.
He stormed straight to the Lynd Villa, hell-bent on confronting her, on making her admit this was all just some pathetic attention-seeking scheme.
Yet the wrought iron gates stood firm against him.
"Mr. Grant." The butler intoned. "Miss Lynd is not seeing anyone. She has turned in for the night."
Etha
