Ava
Unbeknownst to Chris, I wasn’t asleep. In fact, I wasn’t even close.
I stood in the doorway, my claws extended and fangs bared at Patrick. My heart was racing, adrenaline pumping through my veins. How did he get in here? What did he want?
“Calm down, Ava,” Patrick said, his hands raised in a placating gesture as his eyes flicked to my claws. “I’m just here to talk, that’s all.”
Despite his gentle tone, there was no way I was about to make the mistake of lowering my guard. “Talk? Last time we met, you were our prisoner. And you escaped.”
Patrick grinned. “I know, and that’s your fault, isn’t it?”
I growled softly at that, although he wasn’t wrong. If I hadn’t insisted on loosening his bonds, then he wouldn’t have escaped at all—and likely wouldn’t have gone back
