Before ducking into the cab, Ethan turned back to me one final time.

His eyes were dark, filled with a sudden, impotent malice. “This isn’t over, Olivia.”

I met his gaze through the crack in the door, my voice steady and cold. “I know it’s not. But next time we speak… make sure you bring your lawyer.” The taxi sped away, tires squealing.

I closed the door, slid the deadbolt home, and leaned against the wood. My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was an email from Lauren. Subject: War. Message: Opposing counsel has filed a response.

We have a court date. 30 days. Rest up.