Ava’s POV
“They’re…” I started, squinting out into the shadowy forest, my words quivering as those twisted figures edged closer, their grotesque grins catching the dying light.
“Rogues! Get down!” Steve barked, wrapping up my thought, his command cutting sharp as he waved us toward a massive tree stump, its bark rough and covered in damp moss. We scrambled over, pressing tight against the wood, hunkered low, my pulse thundering like war drums, my thoughts flashing back to Liam’s fingers on my skin, hot and demanding, driving into me until fear melted away, only for it to shatter under Lucy’s poison tales of me grinding on Steve in front of everyone to wreck my name.
The rogues lumbered nearer, their heavy footfalls vibrating the ground, snouts twitching in the air like hounds on a scent
