Ethan was by far the calmest person in the room.
While Will spoke as though he held some kind of claim over Alex, Ethan simply watched him. His expression was nearly indifferent. Men like Will didn't trouble him. He had spent years dealing with people far more dangerous, far more intelligent, and far more willing to cause real damage.
He was still sitting there only because of Alex. She had called him a friend. Not an acquaintance, not a business contact—a friend. And Ethan understood exactly how rarely Alex gave that word to anyone.
But when he looked at her now, he saw the small things. Her fingers pressing into the edge of the table. The slight unevenness in her breathing. The anger in her eyes beginning to shift into something it had no business becoming : Betrayal.
