As soon as Ryan is out the door, Ethan pulls his phone out. I release him and make my way over to the couch, sitting down and turning a lamp light on. Ethan speaks with someone on the phone, but I tune him out and look at my leg.
There’s a large cut on my thigh, but from what I can tell through my pants, it doesn’t look too deep.
“Make sure you take care of him and bury him,” Ethan orders. Bury? “I want him locked so far away that he won’t even think about hurting another person.”
The enraged words shock me, but they also scared me a bit. The power rolling off Ethan is palpable, creating a thick tension in the air. Hair stands up on my arms and the back of the neck, almost triggering my fight or flight response.
He ends the phone call, and I stare up at him. If I were to anger this
