Ava's POV
The words Derek had whispered still echoed in my ears as we stepped out of the limousine in front of the grand guest wing.
“She’s yours tonight.”
Marcus’s hand stayed heavy and possessive at the small of my back, but his jaw was tight. Damien walked a half-step ahead, his usual wicked grin nowhere to be seen. Lucas moved on my other side, quiet and watchful, his piercing eyes never leaving my face.
The front doors opened before we reached them. One of the maids stood there, eyes downcast. “Mr. Sterling’s guests have returned early, sir.”
Derek’s voice came from the rear of the car, already distracted by his phone. “Good. Keep them comfortable. Ava, show them to their rooms if they need anything.”
I nodded, the crimson gown suddenly feeling like chains against my skin. The
