Ava's POV
“Are you ready?” Phoenix asked, her voice devoid of its usual warmth. She didn’t even glance my way. It hurt, but it shouldn’t have because I knew she was angry, but shouldn’t it have ended by now?
The night I drove home after the exhausting and frustrating encounters with both Aiden and Elson, Phoenix had been furious with me for keeping everything to myself. Apparently, Sarah had told her, and she felt betrayed that I hadn’t confided in her. I tried to explain, but she refused to listen. Since then, which was days ago, she had spoken to me only in short, clipped, emotionless tones. The cold shoulder was getting too frustrating.
“When will you stop being angry with me?” I asked softly.
She stilled for a moment. And just when I thought she might respond, she grabbed her bag.
