The rest of the drive home, Ava hardly focused. Xander’s voice had lingered long after the call ended, thick with suspicion she couldn’t shake.
She sat in the driver’s seat of her car, staring at the road but really not seeing anything, the city lights gleaming in stark contrast to the shadows pressing inside her.
Her heart still raced from what almost happened outside her car door with Tristan.
“What if Xander’s call never came through?” The thought pulsing in her mind.
By the time she pulled into the driveway, her chest felt caged, every breath too shallow. She pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Xander was waiting in the living room. He stood by the fireplace, arms folded across his chest, still in his work clothes, but his tie hung loose and his jaw was tight. His eyes fixed
