Ava’s breath hitched when she opened the door wider. The night air clung to her skin, and Tristan filled the frame with that infuriating calmness.
“You shouldn’t be here,” she whispered harshly, glancing over her shoulder toward the staircase. “This is my home.”
“I came because you texted me.” His green eyes glittered with something unreadable.
“No, I didn…” she stopped to check her phone and realized she had actually texted him. “It was a mistake.” Her voice sharpened. “Don’t twist it. And don’t ever show up here again.”
Tristan tilted his head, amused. “Mistake, huh? Funny how often you make them when it comes to me.”
Her stomach churned, shame and heat tangling into something unsteady. She forced her voice low and stern. “I mean it, Tristan. This… whatever game you’re playing, it e
