The shift in him was immediate.
Not loud. Not explosive.
But final.
Ethan didn’t look like a man reacting anymore—he looked like a man who had decided something.
And that was far more dangerous.
“We’re done waiting.”
His words lingered in the air, steady and controlled, but there was something beneath them now. Something sharper.
“What exactly does that mean?” I asked.
“It means they’ve moved from observation to engagement,” he replied. “And I don’t tolerate that.”
I crossed my arms slightly. “So what? You confront them? Track them? What happens next?”
“I handle it.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the only one you need.”
I let out a quiet breath, already feeling the frustration build again. “You keep saying that like it’s supposed to reassure me.”
“It should.”
“It doesn’t.”
