My chest tightened. f**k. So much for a distraction.
I signaled to the bartender. "Whiskey. Neat."
A minute later, a glass slid into my waiting hand. "Leave the bottle," I muttered.
I downed the first glass in one gulp before filling it again.
"Fine," I bit out.
Ethan scoffed. "Paid her a visit about a week ago to check up on her."
I winced. "And how did that go?"
His hand tightened around his glass of scotch. "She hates me." Those three words sounded like they'd burned on their way out of his throat.
"She doesn't—"
He shook his head. "You didn't see the look in her eyes. It was like—"
"Ice," we said simultaneously.
Ethan looked at me, his eyes heavy, and the smile I was going for came out as a grimace.
"She's... different," he said quietly. "The Sera I knew used to be..."
"Ki
