Ava's POV
I went cold right where I stood when Liam’s shout echoed my name, my gut twisting into a pretzel. What in the hell could he be after this time? My nosiness got the upper hand, and I edged closer to the bank, my eyes pulled toward him like a magnet. His expression was loaded with anticipation as he lingered there, his stare challenging me outright.
"What do you want from me?" I barked, retreating a step as his fingers reached for mine. "What's your deal? Looking to shame me even more?"
He ran his tongue over his lips, dragging it out in a filthy way, like he was craving something nastier than whatever Lucy had done to him back in that room. It was repulsive, no two ways about it.
“Just chilling, no big deal," he drawled casually, closing the distance, his tone gravelly and ra
