At that moment, the driver's words only made the suspicion around Ethan grow heavier.The man was still staring at him with wide, unsettled eyes, as if even now he couldn't fully process what he had witnessed earlier."I don't think he knew what he did," the driver said, almost stumbling over his own words in his haste to explain. "But he pulled the bullet out. She didn't even—there was nothing. Nothing! And yet his hands were there, and the next thing, she was breathing better."His voice carried a strange mixture of fear and disbelief.It wasn't admiration.It wasn't gratitude.It was the fear a man felt when he had seen something he couldn't explain.And once those words left his mouth, every gaze in the area sharpened on Ethan.The black dragon men stared at him differently now.Not just as some random passerby.Not even just as a nuisance.But as an unknown factor.A variable.A problem.Victoria and Grace also looked at him, though their expressions were more complicated. Grace'

Then one of the guards stepped in close, placing his hand heavily on Ethan’s shoulder as though he had already decided the outcome of the confrontation. His expression was smug, his eyes cold with that familiar kind of arrogance men wore when they believed strength belonged only to their side.“Get down on your knees now,” he said, pressing down slightly, “and this situation won’t get any worse.”For a brief moment, it looked like the guard had the upper hand. Everyone around them seemed to think the same thing, because the station had gone quiet enough that even the smallest movement felt loud. But before Ethan could even fully process the insult, something in him reacted faster than thought. It was not fear, and it was not rage alone. It was instinct, a sharp and precise motion that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than logic.His hand shot out.In one clean movement, Ethan caught the man’s wrist and twisted it with a speed so sudden the guard’s face changed almost instantly. Hi