Miles’ POV
The sound of our names hit me like a jolt, my heart slamming against my ribs as Navian and I whipped our heads toward the voice. Of course, it was Ethan.
What threw me off wasn’t that he’d spoken. It was how he looked now. Sitting upright in bed, his back pressed against the wall, he seemed more alert than I’d seen him in days. His expression, though, was pure confusion, his gaze darting back and forth between Navian and me. He clearly expected one of us to break the silence.
But neither of us did.
Ethan’s eyebrows knit tighter when he realized we weren’t going to offer up an explanation. He let out a shaky breath, then parted his lips to speak, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Uh... w-what were you two arguing about?” he asked with his face still twisted in confusion.
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