Chapter 92 Ninety-two

• Anton and I are sitting in a restaurant waiting for Ava to arrive.
• She's a few minutes late—nothing to panic about yet—but my leg bounces under the table with nervous energy. I'm about to pull out my phone and dial her number when she finally walks through the entrance.
• She looks around for a moment, scanning the room, before her gaze lands on us. A smile spreads across her face—sharp, predatory—and she starts weaving through the tables toward us.