Avery’s POV
The passport sat beside me, a silent challenge. A way out. A clean slate.
And yet, I couldn’t take my eyes off Noah.
The steady rise and fall of his chest, the faint furrow in his brow even in sleep—he had fought for me, bled for me. He had been my anchor in the storm. Walking away from the chaos was tempting, but walking away from him? That was something else entirely.
I let out a slow breath and picked up the passport again, running my thumb over the embossed cover. Dominic’s offer wasn’t just an escape; it was a test.
Was I done?
Could I be?
A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts.
I turned to see Raven slipping inside, her dark eyes sharper than usual, taking me in like she was cataloging every wound, every scar—both the ones on my skin and the ones I ha
