Ethan’s POV
Caden’s firm grip on my arm was the only thing keeping me moving as he and Peru escorted me back to my room. The tension between us was suffocating, and the silence stretched uncomfortably.
I could feel Caden’s frustration radiating off him in waves. It wasn’t just annoyance; it was concern, mixed with that authoritative tone he always used when he thought I was losing my mind.
The door to my room creaked open, and they ushered me inside like I was some volatile bomb they had to contain. Peru leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his piercing gaze fixed on me. Caden, on the other hand, wasted no time. He slammed the door shut behind us and turned to face me.
“What the hell is wrong with you, Ethan?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the lingering haze of my emotions. “
