She didn’t turn around right away.
If she looked at him, it would feel real. The past. The fear. The mistake of ever loving him.
Ethan took one lazy step closer, each footfall a show of control.
“You shouldn’t sneak up on people,” she said, though the iciness in her tone wavered around the edges.
“I didn’t sneak,” he replied. “You just don’t pay attention.”
She spun then — too fast — forcing confidence into her shoulders even when her pulse betrayed her. “Don’t flatter yourself. I just didn’t expect the corpse to rise.”
He smirked. “See? You still care.”
She barked a humorless laugh. “Not even a little.”
“Liar.”
The word slid between them like the strike of a match.
His gaze dipped — to the trembling of her hands she tried to hide by curling them into fists. He noticed everything
