Ethan
It had been several hours since Reuben stormed out of my house, but his parting words still echoed in my head, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.
I was sprawled on the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling, replaying the confrontation over and over. His audacity was maddening, yet I couldn’t entirely push aside the truth laced in his words.
What if I had not asked him to follow after Lila and Caden? Would he and Emily still be together by now if he didn’t help me out?
I rubbed my temples, trying to shove the frustration out of my mind.
“Mr. Ethan?”
I blinked, realizing Lady Tatiana, my African cook who had insisted on following me back to Silver Lake, was standing by the door.
She was wearing her usual apron, her hands clasped neatly in front of her. She had been more than ju
