Ethan's POV
Stella's heels clicked against my hardwood floor as she circled me like a predator sizing up its prey. Her red dress seemed especially fitting now - the color of blood that was about to be spilled. Mine, specifically.
"Hannah, let me properly introduce you to Ethan." Stella's voice dripped with honey-coated venom. "You know, the guy I've been dating? The one who owns the art school?"
My stomach dropped through the floor and probably kept going until it hit China. Hannah's eyes narrowed, and I swear the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees.
"Hi," I croaked out, my voice betraying me by coming out two octaves higher than usual.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Ethan." Hannah's words could have cut glass.
I swallowed hard, tugging at my suddenly too-tight collar. "Nice to meet
