Chapter 16
- Ava’s POV
- I woke to the sound of a man’s voice a low baritone that sounded too smooth, too commanding to belong in my tiny, cluttered apartment. I blinked groggily, half-certain I was dreaming. But when I pushed open the bedroom door, I realized it wasn’t a dream. It was him.
- Damien stood by the window, speaking into his phone, shirtless.