"You don’t get to decide how this ends, Victor," I murmured, maintaining a steady tone of voice despite my heart pounding wildly.
Victor's smile got bigger, and it made me shiver. "Oh, Ava," he leaned nonchalantly against the doorframe and drawled. "Do you not know what game you're playing? Don't worry, though; you'll find out soon enough.
Rogan moved in between us, obstructing Victor's view of me with his wide shoulders. He snarled, "Get out before I make you regret coming here," in a warning that even Victor understood.
Victor lifted his hands in a gesture of simulated submission, but I could tell he wasn't finished by the sparkle in his eyes. "All right. I'm going out. For the time being." He glanced over Rogan's shoulder one last time, meeting my eyes. "But Ava... when you’re ready
