Chapter 9

• Ava’s POV
• Words failed me. Did he actually say that? And then he just...left? What was that?
• I'd always known I was not ugly, but not this kind of pretty, the kind that drew the dangerous attention of his brothers. I sighed, wringing my hands as I walked back into the funeral. I could fight, I could protect myself, but I was still battling my trauma, still learning to handle the sight of blood. And in this world, with these men in black, it was inevitable.