Maya felt it first—a prickling at the back of her neck. Her gaze flicked to the corner by the window, where Ethan sat silently, posture rigid, eyes burning holes into her. Those eyes—dark, cold, and burning with something deeper—seemed to pierce right through her.
There was no warmth. Only shadowed intent.
A chill ran down her spine as his stare pressed like a silent threat.
Damien caught her glance and went rigid beside her, jaw tightening as his eyes fixed on Ethan.
And just like that, the serene island morning shattered, leaving the air charged and uneasy.
Damien stepped silently in front of Maya, positioning himself between her and Ethan’s burning gaze. He stood tall, a solid barrier, his presence daring anyone to cross the line.
Leaning down just enough, his breath warmed her e
