The silence inside the limousine was heavy, but it wasn't the terrified silence of the previous night. It was the silence of a bomb that had just detonated and left ringing in everyone's ears.
Emily sat slumped against the leather seat, the adrenaline that had sustained her through the Gala draining away, leaving her limbs heavy and her mind foggy. The emerald dress, which had felt like armor an hour ago, now just felt tight and constricting.
Beside her, Ethan was typing furiously on his phone again. The violet glow of his eyes had faded to a deep, dark purple, almost black in the dim light. He radiated a cold, simmering energy that made the air in the cabin feel thin.
"You're angry," Emily whispered.
Ethan’s thumbs stopped moving. He didn't look up. "I am calculating."
"Calculating w
