Ethan's POV
My Audi came to a stop in the underground parking garage of Belmont Square, one of the city's most exclusive shopping districts.
The engine's hum faded, leaving only the sound of Clara's quiet sniffling from the passenger seat.
She'd been crying on and off for the past two days, and honestly, I couldn't blame her.
First, my father had humiliated her in front of the entire board—calling her incompetent, a liability, everything short of physically throwing her out of Silver Creek Pack's headquarters.
Then Sophie had twisted the knife deeper yesterday, making snide comments about how Clara "wasn't fit to stand in Aria's shadow."
I'd avoided seeing Clara for two full days after that disaster. Partly because I'd been scrambling to contain the fallout, but mostly
