(Ava’s POV)
I hadn’t even made it halfway up the stairs when I heard my name barked like a command behind me.
“Ava.”
I froze mid-step. The way he said it—sharp and clipped—was enough to make me turn around slowly. Logan stood at the foot of the stairs, his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed in a storm of emotions I couldn’t quite decipher.
“Come with me,” he said, voice low but firm.
I didn’t argue. I followed him down the hallway, out through a side door that led to a dimly lit courtyard. The air was cooler out here, quieter, the sounds of the dwindling party muffled by thick stone walls and distance.
He stopped walking and turned to face me. Arms crossed. Brows furrowed. Fury barely leashed.
“So, it’s true,” he began, his tone scathing. “You and Dominic.”
My breath caught for a momen
