(Ava’s POV)
The morning sun filtered through the windows with a warmth that felt at odds with the cold knot in my stomach. Today was the day we would leave Stormveil. I should have felt relief—eager to escape the tension that hung in the air since the wedding, since the confrontation with Dominic, since… everything. But instead, I felt hollow. The words he’d said last night still echoed inside me: “We should focus on your revenge and nothing more.”
It was the most selfless thing he could’ve said. And it hurt like hell.
I moved through the morning slowly, every action deliberate. I folded my clothes, packed my bag, brushed my hair—all while forcing my emotions into the neatest corners of my mind. If I could tidy up the chaos inside the way I packed my things, maybe I could survive this r
