Emma POV

Lucas didn’t knock.

The door flew open, hard enough that the hinge snapped loudly, and Ethan jerked around like he’d been waiting for a target. His jaw clenched. His eyes were sharp. Cold. Furious.

Lucas stepped in with that slow, confident swagger I always hated. His smile barely moved, but it still felt like a slap.

Ethan didn’t even let him breathe.

“What the hell do you want?” he snapped. His voice vibrated the air. “You think you can walk ...