Ava’s POV
The door slammed shut and the sound echoed inside me was loud.
Kane didn’t look back.
His footsteps faded down the hall, each one carving into me until I could no longer hear them. Only silence remained, it was heavy and suffocating. I stood there frozen, my wrist still tingling where his hand had gripped it.
It didn't hurt. No…Kane would never hurt me but the memory of his strength stayed, the way his fingers had locked around me, pulling me away from the fight like I was a prisoner, like I wasn’t strong enough to stand on my own.
Maybe I wasn’t.
My body trembled. I pressed a hand to my chest but my heartbeat wouldn’t slow down.
The images kept replaying. Lucas’s bloodied smirk, Kane’s claws digging into him, the c***k of bone. The smell of blood, it was hot, sharp, cling
