Ava’s POV
Their eyes watched me in silence as I came closer. I could feel the weight of their stares like they could see right through me, see every patch of red blotchy skin, every ache, every lie I was trying to keep buried. My hands trembled slightly as I gripped the hem of my shirt, hoping they wouldn’t notice, but deep down, I knew they already had.
And then Irish spoke. His voice was low, cold, and sharp enough to cut through the silence in the room.
“What happened to your body?”
I froze for a second, my heart racing. The words hit me hard, and my stomach twisted into knots. I didn’t know what to say, or how to explain. His tone wasn’t casual there was something dangerous in it, like he wasn’t asking out of concern but because he already suspected something.
“I… I’m fine,” I mu
