Ethan POV The office was too quiet.

Only the low hum of the air conditioner, the faint tick of the clock above the shelf.

I sat there, eyes fixed on the desk but seeing nothing. My hand was still holding the pen I’d been turning for the past twenty minutes. It had no ink left. I kept twisting it anyway.

Adrian’s words still echoed in my head.

His voice. His tone. That look that said you went too far this time.

Maybe I did.

Maybe I didn’t.

I pressed my thumb against my temple. My head ...