Because underneath all the tension and frustration, Noah genuinely sounded afraid for me.
Not for himself.
For me.
And I hated how much that still affected me after everything between us.
“What about Ethan?” I asked finally.
“He goes back to his place,” he said. “I’ll have someone keep an eye on him from there.”
Ethan’s eyebrows lifted slightly after that.
“That supposed to comfort me?”
“No.”
I looked between both of them.
“And you think that’s enough?” I asked.
“It has to be,” Noah answered. “Moving you is already going to raise questions if the wrong people notice it. I don't want Ethan to be a part of this either if it can be avoided.”
“What about Friday?” I asked Ethan suddenly.
He looked toward me immediately.
I didn’t need to explain what I meant.
His expression tigh
