Ethan wasted no time in getting up from his table. He pushed back the chair with a screeching push that sounded over the subtle roar of conversations in the restaurant.
I watched on, still frozen. I couldn’t take my eyes from Ethan, but he was able to look away from me every now and then to look at Andrew with complete and utter disdain. I had never once been on the receiving end of Ethan’s cold stares, the way his anger was icy and felt dooming.
The way he was looking at me, I realized now why everyone was so afraid of him.
“Ava,” He grunted when he approached the table.
His voice was soft, no yelling or booming to appear more intimidating. It was seething, quiet. It was terrifying.
“What are you doing here with Andrew Cortenta, alone and without consulting me?” He kept his eyes
