Ethan’s POV

I was still trying to process what I just heard.

For a second, I honestly thought I misheard Wendy, but the look on her face told me I didn’t. She wasn’t joking, and Daphne wasn’t either. The silence in the room felt weird, like everyone was waiting for someone to say something, but nobody knew how to start.

So I did.

I turned my head slowly toward Wendy, chains dragging against the floor as I shifted. My wrists were already sore, but I ignored it. I looked straight at her, raising a brow.

“Wow,” I said, letting out a small laugh. “You didn’t tell me you were bi,...