(Ava’s POV)
The wind rustled gently through the trees as the sun climbed higher, but I didn’t feel its warmth. I stared at the ceiling from my bed in the guest wing, trying to piece myself together after last night’s conversation with Dominic. His words were clear—we focus on revenge and nothing more. The finality in his voice still echoed in my ears.
He made it sound so easy, like flipping a switch, like we hadn’t crossed lines that couldn’t be uncrossed.
But it wasn’t that simple for me.
I turned to my side, clutching the blanket tighter. I wanted to be angry with him. I should have been. But instead, all I felt was this heavy confusion sitting on my chest, suffocating and cold. It wasn’t just about the betrayal of my past or the vengeance I’d sworn to claim. It was him. It was what
