Ethan's POV
I swallowed another drink of beer before tossing the empty can on the table, irritated that the brew wasn't enough to dull my senses. And though the need was foreign, I felt I needed that now. It was the only way to erase the memory of those wide, expressive blue eyes, swimming with disappointment, gutting me as effectively as if she were a well-trained soldier in battle, wielding a deadly blade.
Isabella.
The bane of—and the reason for— my existence.
My salvation.
The woman who has tormented my soul since I'd laid eyes on her those many years ago.
It had started out as a sort of warped fascination. Though we had grown up with similar backgrounds, Isabella had seemed like a breath of fresh air amongst the vapid socialites and sly, underhanded heirs of their world. Her
