Chapter 206
- Ava’s POV
- My fingers recoiled from his as if his skin were acid. I snatched my hand back, my expression hardening into a glare so frigid it could have frozen the blood in his veins. If looks could kill, Frederick Pavlov would be a corpse at my feet, his arrogant smirk wiped from existence.
- The polite chatter around us died, the air becoming thick and heavy with a tension that was suffocating.