The moment I stared at Ava, her eyes darkened, not with fear, but with something untamed. A storm swirled just beneath her calm exterior, and it cracked through in her voice, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t give in to my primal instincts and tear you limb from limb.”
Ava let a half-baked threat slip out as she moved dangerously closer to Jackson in a manner that promised his blood would spill if only she were armed with a weapon.
Her rage wasn’t loud, and that made her even more lethal in that moment.
“Can’t say he doesn’t deserve to be torn apart.” I seethed through clenched teeth before I could even realize the words that had rolled off my tongue.
“Really, Ava? You wanna do this here?” He sounded exasperated. Setting the coffee jug down on the counter, he leant down, resting
