(Dominic’s POV)
The cold morning bit deep, but I welcomed the sting. It kept me focused—sharper than the thoughts clawing through my skull.
Ava had gone on the scouting mission near Ravenwood’s border, and every hour she was gone felt like something inside me was unraveling. She was capable—more than anyone gave her credit for—but the memory of her pulling away from our last near-kiss still stung worse than the broken bones I’d had set last winter.
I stood in the training yard, throwing blade after blade at the dummy target. One, two, three—each hit dead center, but I didn’t feel better.
I hadn’t slept. I hadn’t spoken to Logan since the last strategy meeting where he kept side-eyeing me like I’d put the entire faction at risk just by wanting her. Maybe I had.
But Ava wasn’t just some
