Immediately Alex frowned, sensing the shift in his tone.
"What's wrong?" she asked, but Ethan didn't answer. He was already moving, his focus locked on a figure trying to retreat into the darkness.
The faint click of a camera gave them away.
The paparazzi must've thought he was clever, slipping away unnoticed. But before he could take another step, Ethan appeared behind him like a ghost.
Seeing Ethan the man froze, the unexpected proximity sending a jolt through his body. He spun around, clutching his camera tightly, his eyes wide.
However Ethan's calm expression betrayed none of the irritation bubbling beneath the surface. "Delete the photos," he said evenly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
The paparazzi blinked, his shock quickly giving way to defiance. "And if I don't?" he challenged, straightening up as though trying to appear braver than he felt. "What can you do about it?"
