Chapter 109
Ethan stood at the edge of the dining room, completely still. For several seconds, nobody seemed to know what to do with him.
The scrape of forks against plates stopped. Someone’s glass settled against the table with a quiet clink.
Jace was the first to move.
His chair pushed backward with a rough scrape, and he stood despite the way his injured arm was strapped close to his body. His face tightened for half a second before he forced it smooth again.
Ethan’s eyes moved to him.
Then to the others.
Mason rose more slowly. Cole remained seated, though his attention sharpened immediately. Wyatt, who just walked in looked between Ethan and Sage as though he was trying to calculate exactly how disastrous the next thirty seconds could become. Rhett didn't move at all.
His jaw
