Thoroughly winded, I stop with one hand against the wall and the other on my side. Ethan doubles over with his hands on his thighs, wheezing like he can’t get enough air into his lungs. But he’s right there beside me. I didn’t hold back, even when my injured thigh burned like hell. I hear the rush of blood pounding in my ears. The nagging suspicions I’ve had since his appearance at Roxy’s . . . could they be true? It makes zero sense, but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong. Then what does it mean?
