Ethan's statement makes my blood boil.
He will kill him? He will kill him?
"I appreciate the support," I tell him, unable to conceal the frost from my voice, "but I don't need you fighting my battles."
Ethan turns to me, the ferocity in his eyes softening momentarily. "He hurt you, Elara. I can't let him get away with it."
"I know," I whisper, searching his gaze for understanding. "But if anyone is going to do something about that asshole, it will be me."
Before Ethan could object, the door burst open, revealing a flustered Alaric and my equally agitated mom. They both look from Ethan's blackened eyes to the hole in the wall and back to me.
"What happened?" mom inquires, her voice tinged with concern.
"We were just getting to that," I reply, leading them all into the living room. "
