Ethan's POV
I slid down the wall until my butt hit the floor, running my hands through my hair. My mind raced through the morning's conversation like a highlight reel of my worst moments. The way Stella's eyes had narrowed when mentioning Hannah, that dangerous glint when she suggested introducing us...
"f**k," I muttered to the empty apartment. The word echoed off the walls, mocking me.
Dragging myself to the couch, I collapsed face-first into the cushions. They still smelled like Stella's perfume, which didn't help my current predicament. Did she know? The question bounced around my skull like a pinball machine gone haywire.
The evidence pointed both ways. If she knew Hannah was taking classes at my school, why play dumb about it? Unless she was setting some elaborate trap, waiting f
