Chapter 154
- Ava’s POV
- His hand found mine, his grip firm and grounding in the wake of his mother's storm. "No one is executing you," he said, his voice a low, dangerous promise. "I won't allow it. Come, you need to eat."
- He led me not to the formal dining room, but down a long hall to the kitchens. The quiet tension of the mansion was instantly replaced by a storm of controlled chaos.