Page 212 of Ewan

His eyes search mine as if there is a chance to make this work.

He notices the battle on my face.

The surprise, disbelief, and recoil.

And he is hurt.

He has the right to be.

As much as I have the right to be angry.

He shouldn’t have let this game go on if he had known the truth would make us enemies.

“There’s probably nothing we can do about it,” he says, bereft. “And maybe it’s better this way. For both of us. For all of us.”

His hands slide off me, and he straightens and gets ready to leave when I grip his forearm.

“How did she do it?”

He turns to me, surprised.

“Excuse me?”

“How did Margot do it?”

Darkness slides over his face.

“Margot…” he says, and his eyes trail down, a cynical look sliding over his face. “Margot lost her life because of me.”

He flicks his stare up.

“So maybe she isn’t the greatest role model for you.”

I look at him with pain bleeding over my face.

“She loved me. That’s how she did it.”

A few more seconds pass before he turns his back to me to exit the room.

I move at the last moment and slide between him and the door, forcing him to close it.

His eyes dip to mine.

“How is that life, Ewan?”

He bites his lips, his jaw made of steel.

“Dangerous.”

“There was nothing dangerous when we spent time together a few weeks back.”

“Because you didn’t see much.”

“You said you worked around the house. And you had no security at your place. Plus, we were alone in Florida.”

His gaze softens as I continue.

“And then there’s this party. And Ezra. And Colton. There is nothing dangerous hovering over this.”

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