Ava’s POV
“Leave us, Raven,” Steve said evenly but with authority. Raven, still catching her breath, nodded and hurried off.
Steve watched her until she was out of earshot. Then he spun toward me, his eyes sharp with intensity and resolve.
“Think fast, Ava!” Steve urged, glancing down the hall before fixing on me again. “Is there an antidote for this?”
His question threw me. “What are you getting at, Steve?”
“Oh, you know damn well what I mean, Ava!” he snapped right away. He let out a long breath and stepped back, regaining his composure. “Sorry for biting your head off, Ava. I just had to vent some steam.”
I nodded slowly, still eyeing him uncertainly. “It’s fine, Steve.”
“But the pack members,” Steve pressed on, his stare hardening, “they’ll tear you to pieces if they corner y
