Ava's POV
Worry etched deep lines across my face as Steve turned away from me, his gaze lost in the shadows of his cell. I reached through the cold iron bars, my fingers brushing his cheek lightly, like I could draw him back from whatever void he'd slipped into. "What's wrong, Steve?" I whispered, my voice barely a breath.
The second the words left my lips, I kicked myself. Dumb question. The guy was caged, tossed into this dank, stinking hole because of Lucy's lies that we'd hooked up in the garden, making us out to be some dirty pack whores just to sideline us. Of course s**t was bad—his freedom, his life, all gone. My gut twisted, anger and shame boiling inside like a toxic brew.
Steve's eyes glazed over, like he was staring at something I couldn't see. He took a deep breath, then lo
