[Ava's POV]
The Maddox house had a pulse of its own. I could feel it in the walls, in the air, in the way the floorboards seemed to groan under my bare feet as if warning me I had crossed a line that wasn’t meant to be crossed. Every sound echoed too loud, too sharp, like the house itself knew my secret—that I had given myself to Rhett, not kiss but completely, without thinking of consequences.
I wrapped my arms around myself as I moved through the hallway, the faint citrus taste of the lemon water Rhett had given me still lingering on my tongue. My hangover had dulled to a manageable ache, but the storm in my chest was worse than any pounding headache. Lucian's words hadn’t left me. They wouldn’t.
"A wolf who can not convert...slept with a wolf......."
Every time my mind replayed them
