Isabella’s POV

“Ethan, we need to talk,” I told him, stepping closer. Even with the distance between us, I could see his frame stiffen. I assumed the silence that followed was because he was surprised at my presence. He’d thought York was the one that had entered his room after all.

I watched as he downed the contents of the glass in one swallow before pouring another.

“Ethan,” I beseeched as the silence stretched on.

He turned ...