Zayne's POV
I was seated at the garden opposite Ava's room since dawn as my eyes were permanently glued to her door not taking it off for a second.
Steve and Irish joined me moments later as Steve dropped a cup of coffee in my hand. “Still hasn't come out of the room yet?” he asked and I nodded as I took a sip of the coffee, the hot liquid scalding my tongue.
“Maybe she left earlier before we got here. You know how she's been trying to avoid us.” Steve suggested but Irish shook his head.
“Even still, she should have come out already. It's past noon and there's been no sight of her.”
“I agree with Irish.” I said, adjusting myself in the stiff chair. “Ava is always out of her room before noon. It's unusual. Unlike her.” I had been watching her routine for the past few days.
She was al
