Ava’s POV
The grip on my wrist was firm, almost possessive. My heart slammed against my ribs, ready to shatter, but when I spun around—
It wasn’t Alvin.
It wasn’t Sage.
It was Diego.
The dim light from the old sun-room barely touched his face, but it was enough to see the way his dark eyes locked on mine, searching, reading, peeling me apart layer by layer. His presence was so commanding I almost forgot I had just overheard something that could unravel my entire life.
“What are you doing here?” I breathed, my voice more accusing than intended.
His eyes flicked to the closed sunroom door, then back to me. “Business with your father.” His voice was low, almost gravelly, as if the air between us carried something dangerous. “You were… distracted. I followed.”
My pulse jumped. “You sho
