Chapter 118 "Edge Of The Knife"

• Ethan's lips barely touch me. Tension permeates the air between us, the type that may burst everything around us or turn into flames. His eyes, those cold, calculated ones, hunt mine for a response, but I can't let him know how deeply his treachery stings. He leans close and momentarily freezes me. Though everything in me cries to flee, I do not. I'm unable.
• "Mia..." his voice is deep, lethal, and absolutely magnetic. "You are not able to decide how this turns out."
• His hot, frantic breath touches my face and causes my heart to accelerate even though I am calm. This man is not the one I assumed I knew. I used to adore Ethan, not this one.