"Immortal, my ass. If anything, I’d believe you were infected with the virus instead."
Ethan pulled me back, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and putting distance between me and Ezra. He was practically shielding me like I was some fragile baby animal.
"Don’t get too close, Sugar Star," he whispered. "If he’s infected, I’m the only one who can handle him."
If Ezra was carrying the virus, Ethan was probably trying to protect me from potential infection. Strength and immunity were two different things, after all.
Ezra raised an eyebrow. As he took a step closer, Ethan immediately drew his sword.
"If you don’t want those newly grown hands of yours sliced off, don’t take another step toward Cherry."
The sharp blade pressed against Ezra’s throat.
