"Ethan, listen to me. There's no negotiating with him. Father gave you the antidote, helped you remove the Carter Group, and pulled you out of the central government's radar. Now he wants you back in Europe within a week. You don't have a choice."
Tommy's voice carried a rare edge of urgency.
"If you refuse, we're both screwed."
"Get out of my way!"
Ethan shot him a cold glare before striding more, plunging into the living room, his hand resting on the back of the couch.
This couch—
Where he had once sat with Lily curled up beside him, watching movies.
Where she had peeled oranges for him, feeding him piece by piece.
Where she had lain beneath him, exasperated yet helpless against him.
Now, they were separated.
This was how it had to be.
His phone vibrated in his pocket.
The second he answered, a panicked voice filled his ear.
"Mr. Blackwood! You told me to keep an eye on Miss Anderson. Something's wrong—she went up to the rooftop!"
Rooftop?
