Rogan's voice could almost be heard above the crackling fire in the room's corner when he added, "You're trembling, Ava."
Suddenly self-conscious, I drew my hands away from the blanket around my shoulders. I lied, sounding sharper than I meant to, "I'm fine."
Rogan remained motionless, staring at me with his sharp eyes. "No, you're not," he stated in a steady, unbearably composed tone. "Since we returned from the industrial park, you haven't been okay."
I vividly and cruelly remembered Victor's sly smile while he was holding my mother captive. Even now, the guilt was crushing. Had it not been for Rogan, I would have barely survived the trip out of there with Ethan.
I tightened my fists to combat the internal storm. "Do you think I'm unaware of that?" I lost my temper. "Do you believe I
