{Ethan POV}
Vickson's gaze swung toward me. "She made this decision, Ethan. She chose it."
"And so what? You're just going to let her walk? " I swung my full anger on him, my temper spilling "You're in love with her, aren't you?"
He flinched, jaw hardening.
"Then fight for her," I snapped.
He laughed a harsh laugh. "You think I haven't?" His voice shook. "You think I haven't spent every second trying to coax her back?"
I did. I knew he had.
But that didn't mean we'd lost.
Not now. Never.
I moved another step forward. "Emilia, I know you can hear me."
The darkness quivered. For a split second. For long enough for hope to explode in my chest.
But then she finally turned.
Her eyes—God, her eyes.
Empty. Cold.
Nothing of her was left.
"You're wasting your breath," she said, her voice empty of warmth.
It sent shivers down the hairs on the back of my neck.
This wasn't like before.