“Ethan, let Daniel go. He’s innocent.”
I gave a bitter laugh, though a tear slipped from the corner of my eye. Before she could notice, I brushed it away.
“Fine. Then get out of the organization. Sophia Lane, without its protection, let’s see how you protect Daniel.”
She stared at me in disbelief.
“I’ve fought and bled for the organization all these years. I have plenty of enemies. You of all people know—without the organization, I’m as good as dead.”
My laugh was cold.
“Sophia, what’s the point of saying all this to me now? You won’t give up anything, yet you think a trinket can buy mercy from me? After knowing me all these years, don’t you realize? I, Ethan Cole, have never been a kind man.”
I walked to the balcony and flung the charm into the night. It arced through the air and vanished.
“Go, Sophia. It’s late. Don’t mistake yourself again.”
I didn’t know when she left, or how long I stood there, until a vulgar sound reached my ears and pulled me back.
It came from the room next door. Sophia’s room—right beside mine, as it had always been since everyone assumed we were meant for each other.
Through the crack of her door, I saw her tangled up with Daniel, the air thick with passion.