Ethan was in Granville?
Did he really travel a thousand miles, braving his rival's territory, just to hunt her down over Vivian's mother's shattered urn?
Quinn's fists clenched until her nails drew blood, her face twisting into a stormy scowl.
"Miss Miller, are you alright?" The butler rushed forward, alarmed by her ashen complexion.
"I am fine." She forced a steadying breath. "Where is Cyrus now?"
"The driver said he went to the east district tavern with Mr. Brooks. Before leaving, the young master specifically ordered your favorite dishes."
Quinn did not wait. Snatching the car keys, she sprinted to the garage. The engine growled as she floored the pedal.
Ten minutes later, tires squealed as her car jerked to a stop outside the tavern.
She barged through the doors, then froze. A
