Lila's Pov.

 

  The rest of the evening passed in a haze. Jason kept talking about work, about our friends, about things that felt impossibly normal while I sat there, forcing myself to nod and smile like my whole body wasn’t on edge. Ethan listened and even added to the conversation at the right moments, but I could feel his attention on me like a hand gripping the back of my neck.

  

  Every time Jason looked away, Ethan’s eyes were on me. Watching and pinning me in place.

  

  Every time I reached for my wine glass, our fingers brushed, and my stomach flipped so hard it almost hurt.

  Every time I...