Ava's POV
“You know you f****d up, right?”
Phoenix’s voice cut through the silence like a sword. She didn’t even wait for me to respond before adding.
“You should’ve slapped her. Hell, you should’ve dashed her a punch to the throat for laying a damn hand on Zareon.”
She rounded the sofa, her fingers twitching like she wanted to physically act out the violence just before picking up the bottle of juice on the table and taking a huge gulp. My eyes remained fixed on nothing, just the invisible specks of dust swirling in the air where the sunlight hit the table, still not saying a word.
Phoenix continued her rant regardless. Although her words sounded like a joke, they didn't hide the fact that she was angry.
“I’m not saying you should’ve turned it into a wrestling match in front of the
