Chapter 17

• "Ava," Rogan's voice was like silk, smooth and inviting, but beneath it, I could hear the faint edge of urgency. "Please, just listen."
• I didn't want to listen. I didn’t want to hear another word from any of them. The brothers, their games, their manipulations—I was done. Or at least, that’s what I kept telling myself as I walked through the corridor, making my way to my room. Every step felt like a victory. One more step toward being free of this.
• But Rogan was persistent, always had been.