Ethan's POV
I stand in front of the mirror in just a towel.
Last night flashes before my eyes and I clench my fists more. I promise I didn't want to stop punching him at some point. I wanted to see his lifeless body brought about by my own hands. I wanted him to suffer for laying his hands on what's solely mine.
In the past I would overlook this but Claire is an exception. She is my mate, no just any random girl he can mess around with or take away from me like he pleases. He had his way in the past, not this time around.
I left him with a warning but knowing him, he probably won't listen, and I do keep my promises.
I hear the door to the room open and I quickly leave the bathroom to meet Claire but I rather find maids who bow their heads and immediately look down.
"Why are you here?
