Asher’s POV

Ethan sat hunched over his laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard. His leg bounced under the desk, and every few seconds, he muttered something under his breath, mostly curses, sometimes nervous rambling.

Luca leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You’ve been at this for hours. You got something, or are we just watching you panic in real-time?”

Ethan shot him a glare but didn’t look away from the screen. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I not working fast enough for the people who kidnapped me?”

I sighed. “Ethan.”

He exhaled sharply, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Fine. Here’s the deal—I’ve been trying to wipe those photos of you...