ETHAN'S POV
SATURDAY - JULY 6, 11:47PM - PRIVATE JET OVER THE ATLANTIC
The cabin was too quiet.
I hadn't slept in 3 days.
Nox hadn't slept either.
Luca told us.
Nox's voice was low, dangerous, pacing in my head.
I could still hear the call from 12 days ago. Right before the third attack.
Luca: "She went on a date, bro. With a guy from Lone Star. Caleb. He’s human."
Silence.
Then the text later that weekend:
She’s smiling a lot this weekend
I texted back: "Is she okay?" Quiet.
Luca: "Yeah." His voice cracked on the call after. "He called her beautiful today. To her face. And then he jumped in front of a boat to save some kid."
I missed her so much it hurt. 3 weeks of radio silence and it felt like 3 years.
I missed the way she said my name when she was annoyed.
