And Ethan? I saw his car racing along the coastal highway. The speedometer needle creeping toward the red. In the passenger seat, Sophie gripped her seatbelt, her face pale. "Ethan, slow down... Lena is experienced. I'm sure she's fine—"
"Shut up."
The two words were cold and hard, smashing through the car.
Sophie froze. Five years. This was the first time Ethan had ever spoken to her like that.
How ironic.
When I was alive, he never lost control like that for me. Even three months ago, in the emergency room at midnight, I was there because of joint pain from a bad decompression after a dive. Leo had brought me in.
When Ethan finally showed up, I had already gotten the painkiller shot. He frowned. "Why didn't you call me?"
I leaned back on the chair, my voice flat. "Wasn't Sophie ru
