Ava Gobson pov.
The doors opened, and I stepped out. I stopped dead in my tracks, not because Damien said anything to me or because something obstructed my way but because my body made me do it before my mind could figure out why. My feet rooted themselves in place as if moving forward would be foolish without understanding why.
I didn’t expect this. I would have expected height. I would haveexpected glass. I would have expected something slick and jazzy in a remote that seemed like a place instilled to remind people who was above them.
“This wasn’t that,” I began walking, very carefully, each step deliberate, and I found my gaze drifting towards the windows without any intention on my part. It wasn’t something you could take in immediately. It was something that unfolded with each pass
