
A CURLING SENSATION WITHIN HIS GUT SIGNALED HIS UNEASE. Crippling, it is, tightening around his throat & introducing a vile taste to his tongue; the intrudence of his anxiety is UNWELCOME. Fighting to ignore the continuous glances coming from the man beside him, but his ignorance was far too FICKLE & transparent. Ethan has no choice but to settle for the awkward question.
❝Uh, sir? Can I help you?❞






