Amelia POV

Ethan stood beside me, his presence sharp and controlled, like a blade disguised in a tailored suit. The woman who had collided with me just moments ago shrank under the weight of his gaze, her confidence evaporating as if someone had pulled the air out of her lungs. Without another word, she turned on her heels and hurried away, heels clicking too loudly against the marble floor.

Silence stretched between us for a moment.

Ethan’s eyes moved from the retreating woman to me and ...