Ethan’s POV

I swallowed another drink of beer before tossing the empty can on the table, irritated that the brew wasn’t enough to dull my senses. And though the need was foreign, I felt I needed that now. It was the only way to erase the memory of those wide, expressive blue eyes, swimming with disappointment, gutting me as effectively as if she were a well-trained soldier in battle, wielding a deadly blade.

Isabella.

The bane of—and the reason ...