Ava’s POV
“What the hell kind of photos are you referring to?” I shouted, anger boiling up from deep inside me. Liam wasn’t just an asshole—he was downright careless, tossing around threats like they were nothing.
Was he seriously trying to hold something over my head?
His smirk grew broader in the dim room, faint moonlight slipping through a gap, catching a wicked spark in his eyes. He edged nearer, lowering his tone to a chilling murmur. “Oh, you know damn well what I mean, Ava,” he said slowly, bending in so his warm breath brushed my ear. “Those shots of our adorable little triplets.”
My fury ignited, nails extending like blades. I charged forward to push him off, but he was faster, locking onto both my wrists with a hold like iron. His talons sank into my flesh without a hint of p
