"Ethan," I hiss, my voice barely above a whisper, "what the hell are you doing here?"
He smirks, taking a sip from the water glass in front of me. "I was hungry. Thought I'd grab a bite." His gaze drifts over to Carter, icy black clashing with playful green. "It's a public place, after all."
Carter chuckles, picking up his fork and playing with his appetizer. "Well, fancy seeing you here tonight of all nights, Shadowfang. What are the odds?" The teasing lilt to his voice doesn't quite mask the undercurrent of annoyance.
"Ethan, I'm serious. What the hell are you doing?" I ask, still not sure what to do. Or feel.
Should I tell him to go?
He leans in, his voice a low drawl. "I told you, princess, I was hungry." He glances pointedly at Carter, that smirk never leaving his lips. "Seems w
