Ethan POV “You are on time, that's nice,” Stefan's voice echoed softly in my ears, his shadow covering me as he came to my front, our face barely an inch apart.“Stefan.” I called, my heart thrumming crazily.“Yes Ethan,” he replied, with a sharp smirk, one that rilled every being in me to punch him.I closed my eyes, taking in deep breaths. Slowly, I shifted my eyes to his, glaring at him with unfiltered anger,“ Why are we in an art gallery?” I asked, my tone cold.He gave a soft dismissive chuckle, his eyes glowing at my reaction, “Because, I thought it would be nice, you like art right?”Yeah right… the outing could have been another place entirely and he chooses an art gallery! He's trying to mess with my mind again.“Yeah sure I do,” I responded, with a soft smile as I imagined right there shooting him a million times already at that spot.“Good,” he said, his hands already opening up the entrance door, “ Shall we head in then?”With no response, my smile still on, I walked righ
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