[Ava's POV]
Yesterday, I would've rolled my eyes. An hour prior to that, I would've sent him to perdition in a heartbeat. But when our eyes clashed across the charged air, the ironic tilt of his mouth faltered. The mask crumbled, and for one, breath-stealing second, I caught a glimpse through the cracks straight to something raw, unguarded, and drenched in a remorse so colossal it left me in wonder.
Jaxon moved away from the window, the movement slow and deliberate, his presence moving to fill the room. "Enough." The one word was a directive, ice-cold and absolute. "We need a plan. At dawn, we move her to the strongpoint of Ridgepoint. Tonight, we rest."
"Sleep?" Lucian c****d a brow, a sneering, sharp line. "You think any of us are going to be closing our eyes after that performance? S
