The ride back to the club was quiet and awfully tense, but Ava could acknowledge that all of the awkwardness probably stemmed from her. On the contrary, Noah didn’t give off any particularly strong vibes one way or the other, which only made her more nervous.
Needless to say, she’d never intended for Noah to find out about the stuff with Red Moon. Far beyond the fact that she’d hoped that it wouldn’t impact their arrangement, Ava wanted to just be Ava to as many people in her life as she could manage.
For a fleeting date and a half, Noah had just known her as herself. Now, she was Ava the Convict. Ava the Murderer. Just the thought of it was enough to make her feel sick to her stomach.
She turned over the scrap of paper in her hand. She’d clammed up as soon as they’d left th
