Chapter 217
- Ava’s POV
- The hysterical laughter died in Erica's throat, replaced by a look of cold, terrifying resolve. Her eyes, wide and manic, scanned each of our faces, locking onto the utter defeat of her plan.
- "Do you think I don't have a Plan B?" she asked, her voice dangerously quiet. Her hand, which had been clenched at her side, opened slightly. I saw it then—a small, discreet remote clutched in her palm.