Emma “Let go of me, Knox,” I shout, my voice coming out sharper than I intended, but panic is rising in my chest, and I can’t hold it back any longer.My heart is thundering so loudly I can feel it in my ears, in my fingertips, everywhere. Every beat feels like a warning, like something’s about to shatter if I don’t get away, fast. If he digs deeper, starts asking the real questions, the ones I don’t have answers to, it will break him.“Emma, stay away from Ethan,” he growls, his jaw tight enough that I can see the muscles jump. His fingers are still wrapped around my arm, not hurting exactly, but keeping me in place like he knows I’d run if he let go.“Ethan’s just a friend,” I lie, the words slipping out too easily. The moment they leave my mouth, I taste the lie, it’s bitter, and I hate it.Because Ethan isn’t just a friend anymore. Not after last night. The memory hits me like a cold wave, waking up in his bed, the sheets tangled around my bare legs, his soft breathing beside me
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