I stared at him, incredulous.
“Are you trying to make me more nervous?”
“No.” He said then paused. “Yes, actually. I think it might be my new favorite passtime”
I huffed but the tension in my chest loosened just a little.
We stopped at a large wooden door and he pushed it open without knocking.
Inside was a cluttered study filled with books, instruments, and jars of dried plants hanging from the ceiling.
An older man stood near a long table covered in surgical tools and bubbling jars.
He looked up and my first instinct was to take a step back. So deep was the frown on his face.
His sharp eyes immediately found Ethan and did not soften.
“Well,” the man said, slamming a heavy book shut. “Look who finally decided to visit.”
Ethan’s face stretched into a grin but his posture had st
