Ch 89: The Meeting- Part 1

Selene raised an eyebrow as Ethan lounged on her bed, the book in his hand now resting on his lap. 

The towel wrapped around her body felt suddenly too small, and she tightened her grip on it.

She had asked Ethan to turn around once already, but it seemed as if Ethan was going to ignore her. So she tried again, her voice louder this time.

"Ethan, turn around. I need to get dressed" 

Selene said, her voice holding a dangerous edge.

Ethan leaned back, a playful smirk on his face. 

"There's no need to be shy, Selene. We're all friends here, aren't we?"

Her fingers twitched toward the metal tray on her bedside table—a simple, unassuming object, but heavy enough to serve as a decent makeshift weapon.

 She picked it up, the metal cool against her palm, and leveled it at him like a sword.

"Out." 

She said, the word sharp and uncompromising.