Once the plates were cleared, the heavy silence settled over the table again, thick and suffocating. Adrian wiped his mouth with his cloth napkin, his movements unhurried as he looked between the two of us. "The roads are going to be quite bad with the storm rolling in," Adrian said smoothly, his eyes lingering on Ethan before shifting to me. "And since Lisa clearly feels much safer with you around, Ethan, why don't you sleep over? We have more than enough rooms." Ethan’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing slightly as he measured the invitation. He looked at me, taking in my rigid posture, and gave a sharp, single nod. "I'll stay." "Excellent," Adrian said, standing up. "Lisa, could you come into the kitchen for a moment? I'd like to speak with you for a moment." My heart plummeted. I looked across at Ethan, my eyes wide with a sudden, silent panic. Ethan didn't say anything, but he stood up and moved into the living room, positioning himself where he had a direct, unobstructed
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