Ethan, still vibrating with the powerful surge of protective rage, barely waited for Josh to drag Clara away before he moved. He wrapped an arm around Alicia's waist, though he looked one second away from sweeping her off her feet. He guided her out of the storage room as though she had been standing inside a collapsing building.
"Let's get out of this smoke," he growled, voice ragged at the edges, like a wolf that had barely been reined back.
Alicia repeatedly insisted she didn't get close to the fire. "Ethan, I'm fine, really. I didn't touch anything." She was bothered by the chaos than the smoke. She was even more baffled why Clara would go to such an extreme, attempt arson just to create problems for her.
Ethan didn't even listen to her or give anyone else a chance to voice their
