Ethan's POV
I barely had time to process everything that had happened in the hallway, the unexpected encounter with Elijah's daughter, the heated conversation with my ex, and the ghosts of my past resurfacing—when my door swung open without warning.
The sharp creak of the hinges cut through the silence, and before I could even turn, I heard the all-too-familiar voice.
I sighed, already knowing who it was.
Of course.
Because if my day wasn't already messed up enough, Vince just had to barge in without knocking—like he owned the place.
He didn't even hesitate, striding into my room with his usual cocky smirk, like he had been waiting for this moment. Like he had something to say, something I wouldn't want to hear.
I clenched my jaw, willing myself to keep my patience in check.
I wasn't in the mood for this.
Not after everything.
I had barely caught my breath after facing her again. Iza.