Isabella’s POV

Ethan froze in his attempt to reach for me a second time. He lifted his eyes to meet mine, his lips compressed in anger despite the concern in his gaze.

“What? Is this because of Patterson?” he asked icily, venom dripping from his tone. “I can’t even touch you anymore?”

“To hell with James! This has nothing to do with him!” I snapped, my earlier frustration returning briefly. “In fact, to hell with both of you! I’m done ...