Ava’s POV
“He did what?”
Phoenix's sharp voice rang through the quiet air of the room, her body leaning forward, her face scrunched up in disbelief.
I flinched slightly at her reaction but didn’t blame her. It was the same disbelief that had settled in my chest ever since Kyle had walked back into my life with his audacity and despicable actions. I had barely gotten the words to her question out before Phoenix asked again.
“Please tell me you’re joking, Ava.” She shifted forward on the couch, her hands gripping the edge of the couch as she stared at me, waiting for an explanation that made sense. One which I had none.
I sighed, then muttered, “I wish I was,” I runned a hand through my hair before letting them fall on my laps, my eyes shifting to Zareon who was playing on the rug acro
