Ethan POV

I didn’t plan to lose my temper.

I’d walked into my study last night thinking it would be like every other evening—reviewing reports, answering emails, pretending my father wasn’t hovering like a vulture waiting to swoop. But Sylvester was already there when I stepped inside, sitting in my chair as though he owned the air in the room.

He didn’t look up immediately. He never rushed anything. “You’re late.”

I shut the door harder than I meant to. “Didn’t know I had a ...