Ethan's head spun. A vein bulged at his temple.
She dared to call him that?
He instinctively took it as a vicious insult, payback for the things he'd hurled at her back at the cove.
"Lisa!"
His voice came out as a low growl. His fists clenched tight at his sides.
He wanted to grab her, force her to explain. He wanted to wipe that infuriating mark off her neck.
But when he met her mocking eyes, the pent-up fury deflated like a punctured balloon.
What right did he even have?
"You're calling me that?"
His voice was hoarse.
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"Think whatever you want."
I didn't bother looking at him again. My eyes fixed on the glowing red numbers above the elevator doors.
Ethan's chest tightened, choked by my indifference.
The rage that had nowhere to go was forced down.
All that was left was
