Ava's POV
I stood rooted to the spot, words failing me, staring at Lucy, the absolute last person I'd expected to see at my door. The hallway's darkness swallowed her halfway, lit only by the weak, flickering torchlight that highlighted her smug expression and glittering eyes like a hunter's.
There she was, the b***h I loathed, the one I wanted erased from my existence, and I just looked at her, feeling nothing. No rage, no barbs, just a burning emptiness, my mind reeling from her hands on Liam earlier, undoing his shirt, her fingers on the chest I'd once claimed in sweaty, frenzied nights when we'd f**k until the world faded away.
She stayed silent too, just staring, a thin, mocking smile on her lips, like she was savoring my shock, basking in my lack of response. I balled my fists, my
