Ethan's question left me perplexed, not because I didn't know what to answer, but because of the tone of his voice and something in the gleam of his gaze, which gave me the impression that he might already know what had happened to me.
I knew it was ridiculous, it was an absurd idea, how could he know when only I knew what had actually happened? I hadn't even told Aly when she asked me about it, that morning at school.
"It's nothing," I replied as I freed my arm from Ethan's strong grip.
"You can't say something like that is nothing, beautiful," Ethan seemed determined to get an answer from me. "I want you to know that we care about you, darling. Whatever happens to you concerns us. Have you understood?"
Could he possibly be more of a jerk, even when pretending to be kind?
When had th
