Chapter 38: The Price of Defiance

AVA’S POV

The silence that follows Julian's words is a knife… frosty, harsh, slicing through me. He doesn't scream. He doesn't need to. His rage burns like ice against my flesh, and Marcus's dismay settles deeper, a throbbing ache in my chest. Caleb stands stock-still at my elbow, jaw set, arms...

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