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As we moved towards the front door, the three of us slipping through the quiet mansion like we didn't quite belong, Ethan suddenly slowed down and shot a look at Adrien that usually came before either a sarcastic quip or a full-on fight.
Fishing his car keys from his pocket, the metal jangled softly in the stillness as he presented them to Adrien with an exaggerated flourish.
"Here," Ethan said, his voice flat but layered with a sharp warning. "You're driving my car back to your place. But listen, Fell, if I see even a single scratch, a fingerprint that isn't mine, or a crumb from whatever you munch on in the driver's seat, I swear I'll forget about Noah's weird fondness for you and take matters into my own hands. Slowly. While looking you right in the eye."
Adrien halted, eyebrows shooting up as if they were about to vanish into his hair.
