During the times Zev was in control, his eyes were always gold and shining, but right now, Ethan is in control. There’s no doubt.
“You’re a coward,” I hiss as I wiggle into the passenger seat. I pull on the latch for this door, but still nothing happens. “I can’t believe you’d do this to me. Were you lying when you said we’d work on things or that you wanted to give me a choice?”
“I do want to give you a choice, but I can’t let you leave for good. There’s still so much more to tell you and to explain about what’s been going on—”
“I don’t care,” I tell him, at my wits end. “You’ve lost your chance to explain. Now, take me back to Isla’s house. She’s probably worried after all that commotion.”
Ethan sighs, the sound a mixture of a deep rumble and a huff of air. My demands fall on deaf
