Chapter 85 A War Is Coming

• The moment the door slammed shut behind Nathaniel, Ethan spun, his hands curling into fists. His breathing was ragged, his jaw clenched so tight Clara thought he might shatter his own teeth.
• “He thinks he can just walk away,” Ethan growled, pacing the room like a caged animal. His shoulders were rigid, tension radiating from him in waves. “Like he can threaten us and still breathe the same air.”
• Clara watched him for a moment, waiting for his anger to crest. She understood it, felt it in her own bones, but letting it control them wouldn’t help. “Ethan,” she said softly.