Lena’s heart skipped a beat as the figure stepped closer, the dim moonlight casting shadows across their face. It wasn’t Ethan. The man standing before her had a cold, calculating look in his eyes, his smile sharp and unsettling.
As the figure moved into the light, Lena’s eyes widened in recognition.
“You again?” she breathed, her voice a mix of shock and confusion.
Standing in front of her was Andrew. She’d seen him a few times before—at family gatherings, at business events with Ethan. But this was different. There was something about the way he looked at her now, something that made her uneasy.
Andrew's lips twisted into a faint smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “It’s been a while,” he said, his voice smooth and almost too calm.
Lena took a step back, her heart racing. “Where’s Ethan?” she asked, her voice shaky. She needed to know that he was okay, that he hadn’t been caught up in whatever dangerous game Andrew was playing.