The air between the three of them turned frigid, the distant crackle of the bonfire now sounding like a battlefield. Ethan didn’t move an inch away from Bella; if anything, his grip on her waist tightened, pulling her back against his chest as if to mark his territory.
"What do you want, Scott?" Ethan asked. His voice was flat, devoid of any warmth, and he didn't even bother to look Scott in the eye. He looked like a man who had been interrupted while doing something much more important.
Bella tried to squirm, her face flushed and her heart racing. "Ethan, let go—"
"Stay still," Ethan muttered into her hair, his eyes locked on the silhouette in the trees.
Scott took a slow, deliberate step forward into the moonlight. He held his hands up in a fake gesture of peace, a sharp, mocking gli
