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Adrien turned to me, his expression a mix of betrayal and exasperation, as if I'd just suggested we invite a vampire to a garlic festival. "Noah—"
"He's Logan's nephew," I pressed, meeting Adrien's eyes. "If anyone understands how he thinks, it's Ethan. What if we're fumbling in the dark and he's the flashlight we need?"
Ethan crossed his arms again, ever the skeptic, eyeing us both cautiously, but I caught a flicker of curiosity beneath the doubt.
"And why should I care?" he asked, bewilderment in his voice. "Especially when this is coming from him?"
His gaze shifted to Adrien, the past resentment bubbling up again, creating tense air between them. "Why would I risk anything for Adrien Asshole Fell? Last I checked, we weren't exactly sending each other Christmas cards."
