Ava's POV
I felt a shiver run down my spine as Dylan's eyes seemed to bore into my soul. His words were laced with a darkness that I had never seen before, and it made me realize that there was more to him than met the eye.
"I'm not lecturing you," I said, trying to sound calm. "I'm just saying that if you can't trust your own mate, then who can you trust?"
Dylan's expression didn't change, but I could sense a flicker of emotion behind his eyes. For a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of vulnerability — like all that toughness was suddenly gone, but soon, it was quickly replaced by his usual mask of confidence.
"Trust is a luxury that I can't afford," he said, his voice cold and detached. "In my world, trust gets you killed."
I felt a pang of sadness at his words. What had happened to
