Ethan's heart pounded as he scanned the area where Selene had disappeared. His senses strained, trying to pick up even the faintest trace of her.
'Come on… where are you?'
But before he could take another step—
"Going somewhere, Ethan Park?"
A cold, familiar voice echoed through the night, stopping him dead in his tracks.
Ethan turned slowly, his eyes narrowing as he spotted a figure emerging from the shadows.
Isabella Thorne.
Dressed in sleek, combat-ready gear, her long, raven-black hair whipped around her face as she smirked. But her eyes… they were filled with a dangerous, unrelenting hatred.
"Isabella Thorne. Are you here for another beating? Unfortunately, I don't have time for this. So I will have to ask you to step aside."
Ethan growled, his voice low and sharp.
However, Isabella seemed to have no intentions of letting him go past her.
"Too bad. Because I've been waiting for this moment. For you."
She stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
