Ava’s POV
The morning dragged on, I had no idea how long I sat staring at the wall, listening to the faint hum of the packhouse waking up outside. My body ached in that quiet way it always did now but it wasn’t the wound that kept me restless.
It was Kane.
Last night replayed over and over in my head. His hands on me, his lips burning against mine, the raw frustration in his voice when I pushed him away and then the look in his eyes…like I had ripped something out of him.
I hated myself for it.
Finally, I couldn’t stand the silence anymore, I needed air, I needed Mia. She always had a way of making me feel better.
So I went out of my chamber, the cold air hit my skin making me shiver as I hurried down the corridor toward the kitchens. The smell of firewood and bread already baking fl
